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Dominant Spirit Ch. 01

By: castawaydave



I have a passion for history, historic places and old homes, I became an environmental consultant several years ago based on my knowledge of buildings and experience with structure and extensive mechanical aptitude. Basically I was a Private Building Inspector, kind of a detective of sorts, generally hired by an individual or corporation interested in purchasing a piece of property. 

Occasionally older homes would come up for inspection, when ever I had the opportunity to go out and do a complete Environmental and Construction Inspection Survey on one, I was in my glory. Though usually I ended up with old factories and warehouses, dangerous sites that required protective equipment and extensive sampling and laboratory analysis to identify hazardous materials and develop risk assessment and documentation. 

It required in some cases hours of tedious document searching in the local libraries and county record's offices to track and record uses and ownership, as well as physically inspecting the actual site. Some jobs lasted months as the factories in Western New York downsized or just closed up, leaving an environmental mess behind. 

I preferred inspecting places that had a more human history, like schools and homes but once in a while truly frightening places came up for inspection, like long abandoned buildings, schools, prisons, and hospitals, the worst places were the mental institutions. Places of extreme human suffering and death seemed to hold onto the essence of the fears, anxiety and in some cases horrifying insanity. 

It was late October and work usually slacked off as winter approached, this year was going to be exceptionally slow. I had nothing on my schedule until March, so I spent the day visiting with past clients in hopes of drumming up a little business with out a lot of success and headed for home. 

I was just getting to the door when the phone rang, I fumbled with my keys and franticly tried to unlock the door before the answering machine picked up. But as the key slid into the slot I noticed that the phone rang 4 times, then again. Strange, it normally picked up on the 3rd ring. I picked it up on the 6th ring and said "hello". 

A woman's very sexy whispery voice answered she had a proper quality to her speech, almost an English accent, she introduced herself as Sarah Ingals, from a small town upstate, along the St. Laurence seaway. We discussed my services and scheduling availability before she went into describing the job she wanted done. This job was a dream job! The property was actually located in the Thousand Island area and was in fact a 10 acre island that had just come up for public sale. 

We agreed on a three week time frame and on my fee, which I was surprised when she seemed anxious to accept the price, even though I explained it was an estimate based on the worst case scenario. She went on to offer me an extra thousand, up front if I could get started ASAP, tomorrow if at all possible. 

My schedule is mine to determine and as I had nothing really to do for the next month or more I agreed I'd meet her at around 4pm the next day, she gave me an address to what I assumed was her office, and politely said goodbye and hung up. 

I spent most of the evening preparing my equipment and my van, an older conversion van that served as transportation, site office and my home away from home. I kept it stocked and ready for extended out of town jobs like this so it didn't take long. I did a little research on the internet as to where I could stay, where the records offices and library were locally, and where to rent a boat to get out to the island. There wasn't much there to find on that part of New York, but I had been out that way several times in the past so I wasn't too concerned. Though renting a boat or hiring some one to take me out to the island might present a problem. 

I couldn't sleep and tomorrow being Friday I decided to take off tonight and get started on the research before I met with Sarah at 4pm. It was a fairly long ride that always made me wonder about the validity of the comments some of my environmentalist associates often made regarding over population and man's expansion into the "shrinking wilderness", New York is huge! With miles of nothingness between cities like Buffalo and Rochester. There was even less the further north you drove. 

I arrived in the area about 4 in the morning and parked at the local library, the highway had taken its toll on me so I climbed into the back of my van and took a short nap, waking up at about 9am when the librarian parked her car near my van. I cleaned my self up, shaved and put on a fresh shirt, and my jacket. 

Hoping I didn't look as if I had slept in a van. I went in and spoke to the librarian, an attractive older lady, who directed me to the reference section, where the information I'd asked for was kept. She went back to her work as I began searching through the old record books and taking notes. After several hours I had compiled quite an interesting history of "Brig Isle" it had first been occupied by a British naval officer by the name of Brigs, who had built a large home there before the revolutionary war. During the war the island was used as an British armory and prison for locally captured colonial soldiers and sailors, taken by the British . 

Clearly the island gained its name naturally, being owned by the Brigs family and having been used as a "brig" or prison seemed to me to be the perfect name. The English had maintained possession of the island and continued to hold prisoners there until well after the war of 1812 . 

In 1815 it was deeded back to the Brigs family who occupied the island for generations until 1956 when the last member, a reclusive woman by the name of Sarah Ingal Brigs, who was found dead by local fishermen. This caught my eye immediately. 

What a curious coincidence I thought, that I would get a call from some one with nearly the same name as the last known resident owner. They couldn't be related could they? Sarah had told me on the phone, there were no surviving family members, it had to a coincidence and nothing more, surely she would have known if she was related to the previous owners, the information was too easily available. 

The afternoon had flown by and at about 3:30 I returned all the record books to their proper shelf and whispered goodbye to the librarian who smiled and said she hoped I'd found everything I needed and to come back if I needed more information. 

I went back to my van and drove over to the address that I had gotten from Sarah over the phone. I parked in the driveway of a real estate office that occupied a small cottage like house, and went in. 

I introduced myself to the lady who greeted me and I asked to see Sarah. 

The lady was well in her 60's and wore way too much makeup, she looked at me with a puzzled expression. "I don't know who Sarah is but I did find this envelope in my mail box this morning" she said to me as she shuffled through a stack of mail. I smiled repressing the urge to snicker at her trowel-ed on face paint, "oh yes, here it is, it's addressed to you sir" she continued as she handed me the yellowed overstuffed envelope. I thanked her and briefly examined it before I shoved the envelope into my jacket pocket, as she went on to say, "like I said, I don't know who "Sarah" is but she does have some fancy handwriting doesn't she? I almost couldn't read it". 

I had noticed the fancy script on the envelope and nodded my head "it is fancy" I replied, and went on to ask the realtor about the island, and if she knew anything more than I'd already discovered. 

At first she seemed surprised by my request, she thought silently for a few seconds looking at me with an incredulous almost "how dare I ask" stare. She started talking in a slow school teacher manner and briefly verified some of the history I had already found out on my own. 

Then she took me by surprise saying " I don't know if you believe in ghost's sir, or if you've ever heard the term "succubus"..., but I have heard things about that island". 

It has more than a just few stories attached to it, and it actually is a big part of the local folklore. Most folks who know about it though, wouldn't go out there on a bet!" 

I interrupted her saying "do you mind if I record our conversation? Placing a small recorder on her desk. She nodded and I turned it on , and asked her "What do you know about Brig Isle? " she took on her story tellers attitude again and began telling me her version of history. 

"Well,...Lights have been seen on occasion, people have heard voices and screams coming across the water from that island. To the best of my knowledge no one has been out there since the old lady was found on the front porch, by two locals who were fishing near there. 

They said they heard some one calling them ashore and told of hearing voices leading them to the house where they found "her", sitting on the porch. "Who was that?" I asked. The old lady who lived out there, Mrs. Brigs, or Miss. Brigs, it was never quite determined, whether she ever married. 

She had been dead for some time and was no more than a naked mummy! A grotesque skeleton with pale gray green skin stretched over it and long white hair. She was found on the front porch, sitting on a rocking chair. 

They claimed the chair was rocking, and that as they got close the head turned toward them and glared down at them from its perch on the porch with empty eye sockets! Both men swore the corpse moved on its own! Staring down at them it raised an emaciated arm as if pleading and beckoning them to come to her. 

They both claimed that something followed them home from there and neither man slept well afterwards, and went to early graves swearing the tale was true! I believe the stories sir, the two fisherman were my father and his brother, my uncle. But, anyway..., they ran back to their boat and called the police as soon as they got home. 

The sheriff went out the next day with a coroner, they examined the body and actually buried her out there. The house was sealed and so were the files regarding the sheriffs investigation. The sheriff and the coroner, were both dead within a week after burying her. The story is that she was old, very old! Some say she was way over 100. 

"And the succubus? What would that be?" I asked. 

"Not what sir, She IS!" she replied ominously, and continued saying, "A succubus is a female dream demon and incubus is a male sex demon. I believe they were most popular in the Victorian age when all things occult were in fashion. But their history goes much further back in time. 

I don't recommend you calling on these spirits sir, as they are not really beings or energies which are constructive. They are the most vile and wicked of creatures! They sustain them selves with sexual encounters with humans!" 

This sexual aspects intrigued me, and gave me kind of a rush as I asked her, "Creatures? I thought you said they were spirits?". 

"In medieval European folklore," she began, as if annoyed at my interruption, as she looked over the top of her glasses and continued her story " as I was saying, the incubus is a male demon or spirit. While a succubus is female. They at first will visit men and women in their sleep, invading their dreams, pandering, taunting and teasing them erotically. Using the dreams and desires of the human for sexual intercourse as an open door. Creating a conscious desire to summon them into reality. In some cases the spirit can manifest it self outside the dream and may even take on some of the roles common to an actual living lover. Acting as a wife or husband and appearing as human as you or I, and to others as well. Living among us! Visibly invisible! But its their diet that gives them away. Some feast on men and there are those that feed on women the strongest feed on both.

I don't believe in demons, but I do believe some spirits can manifest in this way and cause the same effects. They are spirits, but they can take physical human form, if they are summoned properly!" 

"How would one do that?" I asked her. Thinking to myself, if she had a foreign accent, silk robe and a crystal ball, with that Tammy-Fey make up job, I'd swear I was at a gypsy fortune tellers booth at the fair. Or in a scene out of an old black and white horror movie. Instead of a real estate office!

"If you wish...," she began, ..."I'll tell you, but I take no responsibility in telling you this! You could just as well read about it yourself anyway. But don't try it, as I know admonishing you not to, will only encourage you to try, but you must not! People are drawn to those things they are forbidden! 

These are old spirits, their knowledge is ancient, and they use sex to lure a host and endear themselves, creating a hunger and desire that their mortal hosts find nearly impossible to break free from. 

These spirits don't generally "attack" or "rape" their partners unless that is what the person secretly wants from them. Though it does happen, it's the rarest of the rare. Most encounters are a result of the living person's strong desire, loneliness or focused fantasies. The intense emotions, the incredible concentration, the wishing for someone to be there, act like a summoning spell! 

Most times these encounters are just the fulfillment of those desperate wishes, and the spirit moves on when the person stops paying attention to it, or when their tastes change. 

But there have been cases where the spirit is too dominant and can totally overpower a human host, if the host doesn't know how to banish the spirit, or protect themselves! Especially if the host falls in love with it! 

The spirit can use the emotions of their host to cuckold and humiliate them or imprison them and take what they need to exist through pain and torture. Keeping the host alive or even replacing them with another, or several to satisfy their own wicked needs! 

While I know of how to summon them, I am by no means encouraging you to try it! Especially not while you are anywhere near that island!" Her warning was stern, and she continued with the instructions. 

"summoning and banishing can only be done during the new moon. That's when the moon's un-illuminated side is facing the Earth. The Moon is not visible and they are the darkest of nights! Shadows blend with shadows and darkness abounds! 

Clearly mark the floor with a white chord or chalk with the sign of a pentagram and take 3 black candles and place them equidistant apart. Outside the circle, have 3 more candles and several protective talismans or sigils around you. Also, if possible, create an outer circle made from crushed protective herbs mixed together. These are common herbs that grow wild in these parts. 

Calm yourself and relax. Center yourself. Now, visualize the circle around you, protecting you and separating you from the rest of your house. This is essential to keep the spirit from attaching itself to the property. Once you have done that, and the candles are lit, lay naked in the pentagram, position yourself with arms straight out, and your legs apart, and summon the succubus, I suggest this over an incubus because of the different nature of a succubus over an incubus. 

Feel her come into the circle and feel her power. Feel her coalesce into a physical, or semi physical form and now you'll be able to interact with her. She should be easier to invoke and banish than an Incubus and I suggest a successful encounter with her be followed by a successful banishment of her before attempting the more aggressive Incubus. 

Never summon both simultaneously! They can be extremely difficult to banish together if they are allowed to exist too long together in the physical realm, and they can be overpowering to mortals as a couple!

Dominant Spirit Ch. 02



Tomorrow night is the beginning of the new moon! I suggest you delay your survey. At least for a few days,... seriously sir. "These spirits can be dangerous, particularly the Dominant ones, they can be possessive, jealous and even hurtful and destructive when they feel mistreated, neglected, challenged, or taunted. 

They can manifest them selves as they wish, appearing as their host's most beautiful and sensuous of fantasies or as the most wicked and vile creatures that they really are! 

They literally feast on human emotions, the stronger the emotion, like love, hate, fear, pleasure and pain the more physical they become, once fully with in the physical realm their main diet consists of sexual energy, passion, lust and devouring the sexual fluids of their host!" 

I interrupted her asking "You mean like vampires?" 

"Well sort of, but not like in the romantic Hollywood versions, they don't bite the neck, their appetite is satisfied much further down. Vampires are thought by some believers, to be the offspring of an incubus and a succubus. The incubus and succubus once within the realm of the living, feed on any human excrement, from tears to well,..., you can figure that out, basically any thing a human finds abhorrently disgusting gives them sustenance! 

They can gain powers over their hosts and others, from potions made from herbs mixed with the most vile disgusting fluids and materials, and can live extended lives as long as they have an abundant supply of what they need. Pandering with their host's deepest desires or using their darkest fears for their longevity. 

But that is only because the person who called it is still investing it with either their sexual energy, fear or pain. As long as they have a host paying attention to it, giving it their focused attention, it can be nearly immortal!! 

That island sir, "IS" haunted!! If you insist upon going out there don't mess with things you know little about! If you do, you will find "she is" out there, and her presence is strong! If you should be so foolish as to summon her or if she should be there waiting for you, as I know she is! You will need to know how to banish her. Once a succubus or an incubus has appeared to a subject they can bind them selves to their dreams, invading and influencing their fantasies. If she appears to you, she will stay with you! Even when you leave and return back here. That is of course, if you return! In this case your best bet is a banishment spell. You will have to return there to the spot where she first appears to you! You must stay throughout the night! Before going to sleep, burn three sticks of patchouli incense. Take a few moments and breathe deeply, relaxing your body. Focus on the face and features of your spiritual partner. Now picture them fading, becoming translucent, disappearing before your eyes. Now repeat the following three times: 

"Thank you for your loving heart 
But what is joined must now to part 
Go in peace, I set you free 
As is my will, so it shall be" 

Your spirit may not be terribly happy about leaving (some love affairs end badly) but ultimately you have the power. If he or she comes to you in your sleep after this, you will find yourself able to wake and rise repeating the following: 

Three times three 
with love and light 
I Banish thee! 

Picture a white light exploding from your chest, blasting your now unwanted paramour out of sight. You may need to do this a few times to get the point across. Particularly if you aren't as sure about ending it, as you would like to admit, sex is a strong binder to these spirits world and their desire to remain within the physical, and their knowledge of sexual pleasures will blind the host's sense of reality. 

"So it's like an exorcism?" I interjected. "No sir only a person who's blessed by a priest can perform an exorcism!" she replied and continued ... "the host must banish it themselves, they invited it in, only they can send it away!" 

"I've researched the Brigs family myself, Sarah Ingals was the thirteen year old wife of Colonel Jonathan Brigs. They were married in 1769. The same year that the house was finished. Now, there are no records regarding whether or not they had any children. I mean, out there on that island they could have had a dozen, Who would have known? 

It's believed that Sarah Ingals Brigs, was the daughter of Colonel Brigs and Sarah Ingals. But do the math, she still would have been nearly two hundred years old! So there was something going on out there that defies simple explanation. And neither the sheriff nor the coroner's offices would release any information. If there was a succubus out there she's been fed well for more than two hundred years! 

The island was used by the British as a prison and armory..." This I knew from my research and nodded as she continued. "Well as things were back then, records on prisoners were not too detailed, but legend has it most people who were sent there were never heard from again! Men and women, mostly younger folks. 

Colonel Brigs and Sarah ran the prison and legend has it that they... well.. Took liberties with the prisoners, some were kept as house servants and others were kept chained up and tortured in ways reminiscent of the inquisition. Other people suspected that they were basically shanghaied and sold to merchant ship captains. A perfect feeding ground for a spirit like this one. Plenty of emotions and pain to feed on. And for years no one could or would question them. 

Before the civil war Negroes escaping slavery in the south, sought refuge in this area on their way to Canada. Some got lost out on the water near the island and just disappeared. No one knows how many were lost back then. But the shanghaied theory seemed to be a sufficient answer to some of their disappearances. 

Then during WWII two escaped German POW's were found floating just off shore. They had escaped from Ft. Niagara where there was a prisoner of war camp. They went out to work a local farm and simply vanished. Until about 6 months later when their bodies were found, near here, covered in bruises and various injuries that could only be contributed to torture. But their injuries were attributed to the rocks and the length of time they were in the water, well, at least that's what the official reports stated. 

Terrible things were done to people out there on that island sir! No one here goes anywhere near there, ever! 

As a matter of fact the island did just come on the market, but I never thought anyone would ever have any serious interest in it. Not with the history associated with it. But I do have the keys and if you really must go out there, sir, be warned, and be safe! I have to say that I think someone is messing with you, there is no one living around here, not that I know of, by the name of Sarah Ingals, and I'm sure no one from our office called for an environmental survey. Though I would be interested in reading your report. That is, if you go out there, of course." 

"Well Ma-am I've never been one to refuse a good paying job and to be honest, I wouldn't pass up an opportunity to explore as historically significant a site like this!" I replied with a confident professional tone. 

"I've done other supposed haunted locations and found nothing more frightening than my own imagination. I do believe in ghost's and I've seen one myself, so this doesn't seem too much different than any of those jobs were. 

Believe me I've experienced how easy it is to let your imagination get carried away every time you hear a noise in a dark and unfamiliar place. 

When I'm going through buildings that are old, and have been empty for years, I can feel the energy left behind. Thoughts of who might have lived and died there and their sorrows and happiness seem to linger behind and feed the imagination. 

It is very disorienting to be in a dark unfamiliar building, shadows can become demons behind every corner, if your imagination is so inclined. 

As in your fathers story, finding a corpse on the porch would be a rather unnerving experience, all in its own right! But the movement, well..., could have been the wind or a loose board shifting as they walked on the porch, and have no doubt, ma-am, it would have frightened the holy bejeebers out me too! 

But as I've found in the past most haunting's are just stories and most haunted places are just dark forbidding places that have been unoccupied for years and even generations. 

As you said accurate records were not kept regarding the prisoners nor the people who lived out there so there's a lot of room for fertile imaginations to fill in the gaps. 

Now don't misunderstand me, I really do appreciate your warning but I do think that I'd like to borrow that key,... if you don't mind that is. 

I'd like to see what there is out there, just the historical aspect is intriguing." 

she went to a cabinet on the wall and opening it she removed a set of keys, turned back towards me saying "Okay but please be careful, I don't want to feel responsible for what might happen out there! 

Oh, and when would you be bringing these back? So I'll know whether to call the police to find you,... you know, just in case." She said dropping he keys in my palm. 

I laughed a little and told her I'd have the keys back by Tuesday at the latest, sooner if the place is really haunted, I joked, as I picked up my recorder. I thanked her and asked her to tell me her name and itsproper spelling, "my name is Elizabeth Corbin, C-o-r-b-I-n," I switched it off and tucked it and the keys in my jacket pocket. I thanked her again for her time and the warning, shook her hand and walked out to my van. Well that was interesting I thought, snickering a little over how silly her story seemed and visualizing the old "wolfman" movie where the gypsy is warning Laurence Talbot of the werewolf's curse. But the idea of having a spirit lover, one who's very existence depended on my sexual pleasure,...well that really appealed to me! She had been right about one thing, telling me how to summon a succubus was tantalizing! My imagination was running wild as I started the engine and backed out. I had her instructions on tape and maybe just maybe I might try it some time, just for fun! 

The sun was setting and I was getting hungry and tired, so I drove out to a motel and restaurant, I had passed earlier on the out skirts of town. I parked, took my briefcase in hand and went in. 

The place was no Hilton, and from the reworked sign by the road I could see it was once part of the old "Holiday Inn" roadside motels. There was no one at the front desk so I went in to the attached restaurant. The dimly lit décor was decorated with old nautical items, nets and other miscellaneous antiques hanging on the walls. 

Cool! The kind of junk I enjoy! I thought as I checked out a few curious objects that I was familiar as well as few that I was unfamiliar with and tried to determine their uses. There wasn't any problem finding a table, I seemed to be the only customer, so I sat down and thought about the envelope still tucked in my pocket. I took it out and opened it, inside I found a piece of paper wrapped around thirty 100.00 bills. 

On the paper in flamboyant old script I read "Please accept this as payment in full. Thank you!" and it was signed "Sarah Ingals". Well I found myself in a position that I felt now I had no choice in whether to do the job or not, I was holding my fee and the extra 1000 that she'd promised over the phone. Though I was more interested in the job based on the history than the money at this point. 

The waitress had walked up unnoticed and said, "Excuse me sir, my name is..." 

I jumped and startled her a bit too, as she bent over to retrieve the menu she'd dropped. "I'm sorry sir I didn't mean to scare you! She said smiling. 

I looked up to see a very attractive woman in her late 30's or early 40's, maybe a little older, I figured, but aging well to say the least. She was wearing a low cut peasant blouse and black corset vest, that as she bent over, revealed her ample and braless breasts, and a short black skirt, that as she bent down, exposed her shapely legs in black hose, garter straps and high heels. Her outfit was more like a French maids costume and she fit it well! 

I was momentarily speechless both from her startling me and then by her absolute beauty. I cleared my throat and said "Oh, No, no, no, I'm sorry I was just lost in thought, I didn't see you walk up." I began as I stuffed the money back in the envelope and put it back in my jacket pocket. 

"But, uhh, now that I have,... I'm sure I'll keep you in sight from now on!" I said being openly flirtatious. 

"Well as I was saying " She began, smiling back at me. " my name is Mary and I'll be your waitress, would you like a drink from the bar?" 

"Only if you're the one bringing it!" I said with a wink, and ordered a beer. 

"I'll take that as a compliment sir, and I'll be right back with your beer,... oh and will you be dinning alone tonight sir?" she asked. " 

Yup... all alone!", I replied putting on my best puppy dog face. "Oh, and ma-am, my name's Dave,... if you were wondering..., not sir!" I said with a smile. 

She smiled back and told me she'd be right back, turned and began to walk away. "Okay I'll wait here, alright?" I joked out loud, watching her walk away and totally enjoying the view. She turned and posed with one hand on her hip, smiling, I could see she was flattered by my attention, and she gave me a little can-can bow and a little flip of the back of her skirt as she smiled and turned back toward the bar. 

She was a pleasant distraction to say the least I thought, after a day like this! Being hired by some one shrouded In mystery, and then finding out that I was going to be ghost busting as well as conducting an environmental survey, presented itself as a real challenge. 

It was easy to justify doing the job. I was here, I'd been paid, and I was more than interested in the job. It would only be an inspection and survey. I doubt there would be many if any samples to send out for haz-mat analysis. So there would be no more than my own expenses to cover. 

With all the stories about the place, proving or at least documenting whether or not it was haunted would be important to prospective buyers and the seller as well, depending on how it went of course. 

Mary strolled back to my table and set down my beer. She then told me that the kitchen would be closing soon, it had been a slow evening and they would be closing early. Something about her was more than just familiar and yet I couldn't place where or why. She assured me that I wouldn't be an inconvenience, and she would have my order prepared before the kitchen closed. She went on to say that she was going to order herself something to eat as well, and asked if I didn't mind, could she join me. 

Well now it was I who felt flattered! She was beautiful and of course I agreed to her joining me, I ordered a steak dinner, and she walked away with a little extra sway in her walk. 

She was built! I thought to myself, when she turned and said with a big smile, wagging a finger at me, "now you just wait right there Dave! I'll be right back!" and she stepped through the swinging kitchen doors. She came back out with a floor sweeper, and went about sweeping the carpet and arranging chairs and table place settings for the next day. I tried not to stare ather but I found her hard to turn away from. 

" Wow! I get a floor show too!" I exclaimed jokingly when she was close enough to hear me. She just grinned and kept at her tasks. 

She was tall and even without her heels she had to be a little taller than myself and I'm 5'8", with the heels sculpting her legs and ass, she was statuesque to say the least. Her light brown hair was up in a bun on top of her head which added to her height. 

Her long legs were, perhaps to some guys, heavy but they were shapely and perfectly proportioned up to her plump ass cheeks and her shapely yet soft hour glass figure. Her breasts were fantastic! They were so creamy and soft as they jiggled and swayed in her loose fitting low cut blouse, as she swept and moved about the room. The real image of an Amazonian woman, I could easily imagine her in Dominatrix leathers I thought to myself. 

But her flirtatious attitude and self assuredness was as attractive, if not more than how fantastic she looked. She noticed my beer was nearly gone and brought over a champagne bucket of ice and 6 more bottles of beer. I looked up at her with a questioning expression, when she said "I'll split the tab with you ok?" 

"Why not!" I replied. She just winked, opened a bottle, and took a long swig from it before she went back to her tasks. I had fully intended to offer to pay, even for her meal, after all, for a change, I had money to spend. I opened my brief case and put the envelope and my recorder in it and closed it up, holding out a bill to pay for our meals. 

Turning back towards where Mary was moving a chair, I watched as she bent over it to reach for something on the floor. Oh believe me! She had a great ass! Her black panties were pulled tightly up her sweet ass crack, as she stood back up, her skirt caught on the chair and revealed a really great ass! She yanked her skirt down nonchalantly, and went back in to the kitchen. It seemed almost that she had done it purposely for my intended viewing. 

After a several long minutes, she finally stepped back out of the kitchen with a large tray of our food. She stopped in the doorway and turned speaking to the cook, I assumed, and told him she would lock up, and for him to have a good evening. A couple minutes later I noticed the lights went out in the kitchen just as I heard a metal door slam.



Dominant Spirit Ch. 03



"Well sir, its just you and I,... well at least until 11." 

"Why? What happens at 11? Do you turn into a pumpkin?" I asked with feigned concern. 

"Oh no nothing like that. " She laughed. "It's just that the sheriff stops by and picks up a thermos of coffee. So don't get any funny ideas!" She said obviously teasing, as she wagged her finger at me again, smiling. 

"Believe me, I'm harmless ma-am. Besides, I haven't eaten or had much sleep since yesterday! I just aint got the strength!" I joked, faking a faint. 

"I think you could kick my butt anyway, and just ask for more!" I said sitting back up in my seat smiling. 

"And I just might do it too!...Just for fun! " she laughed, and sat across from me setting out our food reaching down and placing the tray on the chair next to her, she gave me a peek of her breasts that was just breathtaking! I tried acting as though I didn't see anything, and dropped my steak knife nearly stabbing myself in the leg as I quickly snatched it as it fell. 

"What brings you out to this backwoods hole?" She asked snickering a little, knowing the effect her little peep show had had on me. 

I began to tell her the whole story as we ate our meals. She seemed more than genuinely interested in what I was doing there, and the job I had. She expressed being envious of the mobility of my work, and of having the chance to explore and investigate, and to meet new people, it was so much more exciting and rewarding than running a small town, out of the way restaurant, and motel. The same local cheaters and the occasional travelers but mostly crude fishermen during the salmon spawning season, were her usual customers. 

As it turned out she owned the restaurant and the motel next door. "Rewards for divorcing a cheating husband!" she said. She was a life time resident and was familiar with the stories of Brig isle. She told me she had always wanted to go there herself but it had been off limits for years. No one else wanted to go there and she wasn't going alone. She was most interested though, as I had been, in what I had learned about the succubus, and she commented, "MMM! ... sounds like my kind of spirit!" I agreed with her saying, "if I had to meet a ghost, I'd prefer meeting one that wanted to fuck me, rather than scare me!" 

We shared a moment of laughter over the idea. I went on to tell her that I would be looking to rent a boat in the morning, and asked if she might know of where I could find one. She sat back in her chair and gave me a searching stare as if to try and read into my mind and decide whether or not my intentions are as they seemed. 

" I do have a boat, another of my "rewards"... but I don't rent it out, but..., though, I, ah, might be interested in taking you out there. If you didn't mind me tagging along. 

I haven't had a day off since I took this place over, ten years ago" she said with a hopeful expression. I sat up in my chair, and gave it a little thought, "Why not? I don't know the area and I could use a guide, besides I would love your company. But I have to tell you, I might have to be there for a while, there's 10 acres and at least one structure. It could take several hours, or days, and I really don't care to be stranded out there. Would you be able to spend the whole day out there?" 

"Hey I wouldn't pass up a chance to go out ghost hunting! What time do you want to start out!" she said clearly excited and enthusiastic over the prospect. "this place can run itself, I'll just leave a note for the day manager and we're gone!" she went on saying. She pulled out her order pad and wrote out a few lines and carried the note over to the front desk. 

" is 6am too early?" I asked, her when she returned and sat back down. 

"Well it depends on how much sleep you need!" she replied with a sly smile. We shook hands and sat there for the next two hours talking. I found myself lost in her words and hypnotized by her dark eyes. She was very pretty and no doubt when she was younger she would have been the belle of any Ball. She had a strong self assuredness and confidence about her, she was intelligent, humorous, and very sexually flirtatious! 

At one point she removed her heels and mentioned how her feet hurt. I stood up kneeled at her feet and asked "may I?" she giggled a little and said "you may!" and slid one foot into my hands. I rubbed her foot as she watched me with a sly grin. "kiss my toes!" she said softly, raising both her feet to my lips. I held both her feet in my hands and kissed and licked them through her hose, and down underneath each toe and up the arches. My up turned eyes drinking in her obvious pleasure. She pressed her hands against her breasts and squeezed them through the fabric, her head tilted back slightly, her eyes closed, as she sensually licked at her lips. "Mmmm...Oh you do nice work!" She breathed the words sensually, more than spoke them. As I sucked at her toes. She allowed me to caress and massage her feet for some time and then told me that I'd better get up. Ron, the sheriff would be there shortly, and it wouldn't be right to disappoint him. He needs his coffee! 

I sat back up in my chair and we finished our beers saying very little but speaking volumes in our hungry eyes. I needed to take a leak but I didn't want to interrupt our time together, and I could feel she wanted more than a foot rub, and I was "up" for anything she could desire from me. All the way up! 

We finished our beers and together we cleared up the table and carried the tray of dishes and the ice bucket to the kitchen. Casually trying to reposition my self in my jeans as I walked with her. It was dark in the kitchen, and she took the items I had, and set them on a counter. 

When she turned back to me she was more than close. I reached out and pulled her to me looking deep into her eyes in the dimly lit kitchen. In her stocking feet we stood eye to eye. She reached up and took my hair in bothhands and kissed me. Her kiss was more aggressive than any woman I'd ever known! Her tongue pushed in deeply thrusting, lashing, caressing and wrestling with mine as she held my head firmly in her grip. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and seemed to pull at its very root! Sucking it like she was going to swallow it whole! I pulled back and grabbed her by the hips and lifted her onto the counter behind her. 

I moved my hands up to her shoulders and slowly pulled down the fabric that barely held her luscious tits. She pulled my head to her neck and allowed me to kiss, suck and nibble at her soft flesh, as she tilted her head back. 

My fingers slid over her soft fleshy full breasts, seeking her nipples and gently rolling them between my fingers and thumbs. She arched her back pressing her breasts against my touch. Her hands pushed my head down and held me inches from her swollen left nipple. It was large and I wanted it in my mouth and on my tongue! But she teased me with it, keeping me just far enough away that my hungry outstretched tongue ached. My eyes pleading into hers. 

She tilted my head up and looked into my eyes. " I only have sex on my own terms and in my own way! " she said sternly. 

"and what does that mean?" I asked both excited and amused. 

"Well Dave... I like being the boss, and I always get what I want!" 

"and what would you be wanting right now?" I asked. 

"Right now... I want you to, EAT ME!" she replied accentuating her point loudly while pushing my head down into her wet black satin covered crotch. She leaned back a little, spreading her legs open, with one hand she reached down and pulled her panties to the side and exposed my eyes, lips and tongue to her very wet pussy. Her other hand held my head and pushed it against her crotch. 

Her fingers entwined themselves in my hair and gripped tightly and a bit painfully. As my face got closer I could smell her pussy. The smell was intoxicating, yet different than any woman I'd eaten before, as my mouth met her very wet cunt I realized that the smell was not the usual pissy sweaty smell women have after a long day. She had that musty fishy just fucked smell! 

At the first taste I new the flavor. She must have fucked the cook before he left! 

I could taste his sperm mixed with her juices, and I could feel the matted hairs covered in dried globs of semen against my face as she held my head to her crotch. 

This was a long time fantasy of mine, to have a woman so darkly deeply sexual, that she would fuck another guy and then feed it proudly to me afterwards. A woman who took pleasure in making me prove my love for her and earn my place in her heart and between her thighs! I loved eating her out, her cunt was full and oozed its thick contents copiously! I made sure my efforts displayed my passion and hunger, as I slurped loudly, sucking up all I could get. Using my tongue as a scoop to pull more into my mouth. 

She lifted her legs a little higher, tilting her hips up, she pushed myhead down into her upturned cunt with one hand, and leaned back on the other. 

My tongue slid wetly down over her tightly puckered ass hole, I could smell her last bowel movement before I tasted the sweet bitterness of her not quite clean asshole. 

I plunged my tongue in as deep as I could and tongue fucked her tight hole. She flexed and gripped at my tongue with her ass muscles, as she literally ground my face into her cunt. Smearing my face with the combination of her juices, cum and my saliva, rubbing the bridge of my nose against her very swollen and large clit. While I tried to breath with my nose pushed into the wet, full lips of her pussy, she began moaning "Oh yes! oh eat me! suck out my pussy, lick my ass hole! oh damn you!, you're too good!" her impending orgasm was extreme to say the least as she thrust her hips up and crushed my face deeply into her flooding crotch with both hands wrapped around the back of my head and pulling at my hair to maintain her balance while keeping me firmly in place. "suck it out Dave, eat it! Eat it all! " 

I sucked at the stream of juices that pudled in her up turned cunt. Then I used a little trick I'd learned and I sought out her piss hole and sucked it deeply into my lips. In just a few seconds she moaned and said "Oh you are a bad boy aren't you? You want that? You want me to piss in your mouth? Oh yes, you want it! Suck it baby here it comes!" her hot piss spurted forcefully against the back of my mouth and flowed down my throat. She hissed out a long yessss! As I gulped it down and slurped at her now soaking wet crotch when it slowed to a dribble. She pulled me up by my hair and kissed me deeply, sharing the flavors and juices I had sucked from her. 

She kissed licked and slurped at the juices that covered my face. Then held my head back and said " Were gonna have a good time together, I can tell, but right now we have to get Ron's coffee ready. "With that she kissed me again, then jumped up off the counter, pulled her clothes together, and went about making a pot of coffee. As if nothing had happened! What a tease! I thought, loving every second of it too! 

Well, wasn't I surprised! There I stood with a stupid look on my wet face, my pants nearly ready to rip open from the raging boner contained within. A massive wet spot highlighted the outline of the tip of my erect cock. When she turned and said "Don't worry I'm not done with you yet! Why don't you go clean up in the men's room while I fix up Ron's thermos. 

I walked over to the restroom a bit awkwardly as I tried to adjust the erection that was now leaving a larger wet stain in my jeans. Glad that the place was still empty! 

I still needed to take a leak anyway, and by this time those 4 beers were proving the old saying "that you don't own beer you just rent it!". I really needed to pay the rent! 

It seemed to take forever for my cock to relax enough to pee, I had to sit on a toilet pushing it down some what uncomfortably, trying to pee with a hard-on is like giving a blind man a garden hose, everything gets wet! It sprays aimlessly all over! But eventually at least that part of my suffering was ending, as I pissed what felt like a gallon! 

The release was almost as pleasurable as any orgasm, as my bladder shrunk back to its empty size. But my balls ached for their own release and my guts and asshole tingled with erotic excitement! I stepped over to the sink and looked in the mirror. Geeze, even my hair was wet and a mess! I washed my hands and face in the sink and while I was drying my face with a paper towel I heard voices, Ron must have gotten there and he and Mary were talking. I couldn't quite hear what they were saying and then it got real quiet. 

I switched off the light and opened the door just enough to see out. I could see the cop standing at the front desk with his pants down around his ankles! Mary was on her knees in front of him! 

I closed the door slightly so he couldn't see me and watched as Mary made oral love to Ron's cock. She must have been good because he stiffened up and reached out to steady himself with both hands grabbing at the counter after only a few minutes. She used both hands and her mouth on his large member, milking him and playing with his balls, she could only take half of him in her mouth, and I watched in amazed pleasure as she pumped him into her mouth. 

I could see her cheeks swelling as he grunted loudly and stiffened up, his cum over filled her mouth, and dribbled down over her breast. 

He straightened up and slowly pulled his cock out of her mouth and zipped up. Then I was shocked to see him kneel down at Mary's feet as she stood up. She grabbed him by the hair and tilted his head back. He opened his mouth and she spit what looked like a half cup of thick white syrup into the officers mouth. They both wiped their mouths as he got up. They kissed and he took his thermos, put his hat on, turned and left. 

I do suppose that most guys at this point would have found this whole experience disgusting and would be running for the nearest exit. But as you may have guessed I'm not the average guy. I was exhilarated, excited to the absolute degree, this woman was incredible! 

I stepped out of the darkened restroom and walked over to her. She was leaning against the counter and had a wicked little smile on her face as she watched Ron drive off. I could see a glob of semen on the corner of her mouth and a shimmering trail running down over the rising flesh of her breast. I bent my head down and collected it from her breast with my tongue, licked it from her lips and kissed her, mixing the tastes in her mouth. 

When our lips parted she looked into my eyes and said "Oh you saw?" I nodded. 

" He's my ex, and the boat.., well, we share it's use. He said he wanted to use it tomorrow and I had to convince him otherwise. So I did. You, .. Um, you don't have a problem with that do you?" "Absolutely not! It, ummm, turned me on!" I replied holding her close and continued, saying " I wouldn't have you change a thing! I like what I know about you, and cant wait to learn more! Oh and the cook, he didn't taste that bad either!" I mused wiping my moustache and smiling. 

She winked saying "I'd always hoped that I'd meet some one like you. But most guys think I'm just a whore. Don't you?" she asked. 

"Yeah, I do, but only because I'm envious that I'm not you! " I answered kissing her again. Savoring the taste of another mans cum and her mouth. 

I pulled away just before an involuntary yawn seemed to take me over. "Look I hate to be a party pooper, but I really have to get some sleep. I haven't slept for two days and I'm beat! It's almost midnight and I would like to get an early start. I haven't even got a room yet.." I started saying softly. 

She cut me off saying "Dave, I told you that I own the motel, I have a room here, why don't you stay with me and we'll start out together?" I agreed of course and retrieved my briefcase. "Hey I almost forgot, I have to pay for dinner" I reached into my pocket and pulled out the $100 bill I'd held out of the envelope earlier, and laid it on the counter. 

She smiled and joked " You don't need to impress me, I'm already impressed." she said reaching out to pick up the bill. We both noticed something peculiar about the note on the counter at about the same time. 

It was a very old bill, but it looked new and crisp. I picked it back up to look closer. It was a Gold Certificate not a Federal Reserve note, and it was dated 1935. "I think I should hold onto this " I said and produced my wallet. 

"Why? Is it counterfeit? I've never seen one like that." she asked. 

"No, it's just real old, here look for yourself." I said handing it over to her, and pulling out another 100 from my wallet. "See, look here!" I exclaimed, pointing out the differences in the two bills. 

She was more concerned that it might not be real and I paid our tab with the other bill, putting the old one back in my pocket. She refused to take the tip I offered, saying with a smile and a wink, "it wouldn't be right, as we hadn't had desert yet!" She and I turned out the lights, locked up, and strolled through the lobby to her room. 

Her room was like a small apartment, with a dinning room living room kitchen area, and a door I assumed that led to the bathroom and bed room. There were mirrors and nude art on every wall. Nude figurines and statuary every where. She turned on a CD of soft jazz music, lit a few candles and turned out the lights. The more I knew about her the more she appealed to me. She was everything I'd ever sought in a woman! 

Once her door closed I was hers, and I knew it right away as she began sensually undressing me. She had me naked in seconds and stood back to check me out, "turn around!" she said " let me see your ass! Oh my yes, you'll do nicely!" she said with a sultry tone, and a sharp slap across both my ass cheeks. 

Her hands caressed and rubbed my butt, then she spread my cheeks and I could feel her breath as she knelt down and her mouth closed in on my asshole! 

The next thing I felt was a real first! Her warm wet tongue slithered up in my ass hole and probed deeply within it! My cock rose to the occasion nearly instantly, as her hand pushed between my thighs and took my balls firmly in her grasp! She pulled and tugged at them, rolling each ball and squeezing at them as she continued to probe wetly up my ass with her tongue. My legs began shaking and quivering as she skillfully pleased me as no other woman ever had. 

She sensed my weaknesses, stood up and gently pushed me toward a dinning room chair. "bend over and hold on to this!" she said pulling the chair closer. I did as she told me and she went back to rimming my ass and milking my balls from behind. I loved it and was more than ready for anything she desired of me! She stood up and slapped my ass, grabbed my hair and turned my head to face her and kissed me. I could smell and taste my own ass on her lips and as I sucked her tongue into my mouth like a wild starved animal.



Dominant Spirit Ch. 04



She pulled away and rather sternly told me to sit in the chair. I did of course and watched her as she pulled a length of rope from a drawer. A thrill rushed through me as my ultimate fantasy was being carried out. 

She stepped back over to me and tied my hands behind my back, spread my legs wide and tied my ankles to the legs of the chair. She then brought out a length of soft cord and tightly bound my cock and balls, until they were bulging. Taking the time to lick up a droplet of my precum. 

She then proceeded to give me a strip tease lap dance. She had the body and the moves, and every bit of my attention, as she stripped naked with the exception of her heels stockings and garter belt. 

She was fantastic! Her body was all I'd imagined, and more! Plump and soft in all the right places and as curvaceous as any porn Queen! Her breasts were so inviting as she pranced around the room, her body swaying sensually to the music. 

She straddled my lap and teased at my cock with her pussy. I could feel her juices dripping on my balls just before they were covered with her warm wet cunt. She humped me to the rhythm of the music for several minutes, allowing me finally to suck at her firm swollen nipples.

She stood up and gracefully went in the door leading to the bed room and reappeared moments later wearing a strap-on dildo! All I could do was smile, staring hungrily as the dildo hung between her shapely thighs.

She was incredible! She stepped over to me still moving with the rhythm of the music, and taking her "cock" in one hand and my head in the other, she told me to "Open up and suck my dick! Dave my slave!" 

I did and tried my best to keep it in my mouth as she began fucking my mouth faster and deeper. Thrusting her hips and forcefully driving her dildo against the back of my throat. 

I gagged a bit when I realized that it was a used dildo, but I loved it just the same! I tried to show my willingness to please her by attempting to deep throat her "cock". 

She rewarded me with a "good boy!" then slowed her pace to watch me attempting swallow the length of her dildo. 

After several minutes she pulled away and untied my ankles and pulled me to my feet. She directed me in to the bed room and pushed me down face first over the edge of the bed. 

I felt her warm tongue wetly lick my asshole again, then I felt the cold dildo pressing in, slowly at first and ever deeper, until I could feel it deep up in my belly. 

"Does it feel good? Do you like my cock up your little asshole slave? Should I fuck you harder my pet, huh? What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" She said as she began thrusting her hips against my ass and driving her "cock" in and out of my hungry asshole! 

"Oh please ma am! Do what you want! I am yours, use me! Oh! fuck me!, Oh shit! I love it! " I exclaimed spreading my legs to allow her deeper passage up my bowels. She fucked me for several more minutes before she pulled out and crawled up on the bed. 

I could only lay there bent over the bed momentarily as my asshole flexed and throbbed, as I watched her smiling as she rubbed and played with her strap on as if it were a real cock, clearly quite pleased with her self. 

"Get up here boy, and eat me again! I want your tongue, boy! Get up here!" She demanded. 

I crawled up to her pussy as she spread her legs wide. My ass ached and felt so good, and so warm, from her reaming! My cock was drooling pre-cum, as I covered her wet pussy with my mouth. I sucked and licked at her almost cock like clit, and licked down around her ass hole and back.

I opened my eyes to see her laying back with her eyes closed. Her left hand was caressing her nipples and squeezing at her breasts. Her right hand stroking the dildo as if she were masturbating a cock. 

Moments later she was gasping and she grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled my face out of her crotch. She raised up and groaned loudly as a stream of her juices spurted from her pussy and splashed in my face! 

Oh Shit!!!" she moaned loudly as she pulled my face back into her pussy and then sort of melted back down onto the pillows. As if she were totally drained of life. 

I sat up and looked at her laying there, Damn she was beautiful! Especially with that fresh fucked glow about her. She sat up and reached around my back,untied me, and guided me up onto my back next to her on the bed.

She grabbed my cock and noticed it was drooling wet with my pre-cum. She rubbed my juices over her swollen nipples then eased up to feed me my own juice. I licked and sucked my juices from her breasts and lingered as I sucked each nipple clean enjoying their firmness in my lips and in my mouth.

She crawled up over my hips until she was straddling my still firmly bound cock and sat fully on it. Crushing my balls under her ass. I slid up into her wet depths smoothly, and she rode me, her dildo bouncing between our bellies, until she came again, screaming,"Oh shit!" Over and over. 

She got off me and quickly took my cock, still dripping wet with her cunt juices into her mouth, she jerked me off expertly, as she sucked, while her other hand untied the cord around the base of my balls then crept down past my balls, her fingers slipped smoothly up my ass. 

Soon she was fingering and stroking my ass in time to her sucking and in moments I came in what seemed to be a never ending stream of cum. I watched as she took every drop in her mouth I could feel my pudding in her mouth as she held me in the suction of her mouth, before she finally let me slip limply from her lips.

She moved up and kissed me, filling my mouth with my own cum. We passed it back and forth between our mouths swirling our tongues in the thick cream, and together we ate it all.

The next thing I knew the sun was up, and shinning through the windows. I rolled over and was pleased to see her laying next to me. Her beautiful hair framing her pretty face. It hadn't been a dream! She was my wettest dream, and she was real! 

I slid under the covers and woke her with wet kisses all over her ass. She farted in my face as she rolled onto her stomach and spread her legs wide. 

I couldn't help but get a good whiff, but I didn't care! I took this as an invitation and slipped my tongue down the crack of her ass and stopped to lick its puckered entrance. She flexed and it opened up for my tongue which dove in deep. 

I tongue fucked her ass until she asked me "hey quit foolin' around back there and fuck it! Will you?!" raising her hips from the bed as she spoke, her hand already working at her clit and pussy. 

I got up tossing the covers off and pushed my cock slowly up her ass hole enjoying the feeling of those tight muscles relaxing and gripping at my dick. She shoved her self back burying me deep in her. 

"I said fuck it!" she said through her teeth, pulling away and then shoving her ass back aggressively against my hips. I thrust into her meeting and slapping my balls against her fingers as she played with her self.

"Cum in my ass sweetheart! Let me feel your hot cum!"

I didn't want to disappoint her and I let it go, pressing myself deep in her ass hole as I felt my cum spurt. Her orgasm was intense as she screamed "Yes!" loudly. 

I collapsed down over her back for a few seconds when she urgently asked me to get up. I sat up on my knees and she crawled out from under me and ran to the bath room. 

I followed her in and asked if she was alright, and if she'd mind if I took a shower, she told me she was fine, and to go ahead, that she'd join me in a minute. 

"Nothing gets me going like a good ass fuck!" she said trying to cover the sound of her bowel movement and the air fart I'd pumped up in her ass, not to mention the spurting of cum I'd lubricated her ass hole with. 

I laughed peeking out around the curtain at her, as I adjusted the water temperature and washed myself up. She grinned back at me and then flushed the toilet, nearly scalding me. She joined me still giggling. 

I washed her from head to toe, enjoying her sensuous curves and soft skin. We shared several minutes of sensual embraces and deep kisses, before drying off. 

She went to her room to get dressed and as my clothes were still in the living room, I went there to get dressed. 

"There's some food in the kitchen! If you feel like cooking." she called out from the other room. 

" How's French toast sound? "I called back. 

"Great!" she exclaimed. 

So I went out to the kitchen area and began hunting around for ingredients and started fixing breakfast.

I found my clothes and got dressed as I prepared our meal noting it was after 8 am. We needed to get along soon, I thought.

She came out dressed in sweatpants a zippered hooded sweat shirt and sneakers and still looked good! We ate and cleaned up the dishes, joking and really enjoying each others company while working together. 

I went out to get my equipment as she locked up. She carried a couple of duffle bags out and then took me around to the boat docked behind the motel. 

I was pleased to see it was no dingy! It was about 30 ft long and had all the comforts of home! She pulled out a map and located the island and our location and we prepared to go. 

I stowed my gear while she went about checking the engine and fuel before she started the motor. I cast off the lines and pushed the boat from the dock and jumped back in.

She seemed to be quite confident in her nautical skills as she maneuvered the boat out to the main body of water and opened it up.

The air was cool and there were wispy clouds of fog on the water as we cruised along. She looked beautiful as the wind swept through her hair, her sweat shirt unzipped and revealing her ample breasts in a tiny string top. 

She pointed out landmarks of interest to the locals, and where the fishing was good, as we went along. We had to just about yell to be heard over the sound of the motor and the wind rushing by. 

I asked her if she knew her way around in the dark, as I had the misfortune once of having to find my way on lake Ontario after dark, in unfamiliar waters, and it was unsettling to say the least.

"Well if it gets late we'll sleep there!" she said "we can stay on the boat. I don't care to be out this far in the dark. All the landmarks look the same after it gets dark out here. There are rock islands and things like trees floating out here, so I planned on being out here at least two days!" 

"When were you going to tell me this?" I asked jokingly. 

"Oh I didn't think you'd mind!" she replied. 

It took about 3 hrs to get to the island, and we talked and joked the whole time, we discussed our activities the night before and of how great it was to meet as we seemed so well suited sexually. 

I had to admit that it was the first time in my life that my "perversions" didn't scare or gross out my date! She gave me a knowing smile and said the same about her past lovers, although she said, "they did eventually succumb to my desires in time! 

I can be quite persuasive at times!" Besides being quite sexual she was a good conversationalist, very opinionated and informed, so the time went by quickly. 

She slowed the boat as we approached the island. It was overgrown and thick with underbrush. Mary steered the boat around the island slowly looking for a good place to come ashore. 

I surveyed the island with binoculars and tried to figure out where the house and buildings were. The island was so thick with growth and fallen trees that it was only possible to see a small portion of the second floor through the trees. 

So I helped Mary look for a good point to anchor or tie off the boat as close to shore as possible. We circled the island twice when we saw a small inlet and what looked to be the remains of a boat house and dock covered in vines. 

The inlet opened into a small lagoon maybe 100ft in diameter and deep enough for our boat to maneuver in. She slowed the motor to idle, and steered it alongside the vine covered dock. 

I cautiously stepped onto the old wood and checked it's stability before tying the boat off to the strongest points I could find. I took out a machete from my gear and cleared out some of the vines and found that the dock was in fairly good condition for its age and figured the vines protected the wood from the weather, and being an inlet, the lake ice wouldn't crush it even during the coldest of winters. 

Mary joined me on the dock and had her own machete in hand. We looked around and figured out where the path used to be and started hacking and chopping our way through the tangled under brush around the boat house and even found a small boat rotting behind it. 

It was after 2pm and it was getting warm and humid, both of us were dripping sweat in just a few minutes. To our relief there was only 50 ft of brush and then we came out onto a wide stone path. 

I thought it was curious that the path was so clear of growth but happy just the same that we wouldn't have to be hacking a trail the hard way. 

The path curved and we couldn't see anything from there so we went back to the boat and collected what we would need for our preliminary reconnaissance, the door keys, flashlights a pry bar, our machetes a digital night vision camera, and a tape recorder to collect my notes on. 

Mary went down in the cabin of the boat and fixed us sandwiches and drinks that we sat down to eat. We talked about safety and both of us boasted of our lack of fear of the unknown. Laughing and joking about ghosts, but I could see she was a little nervous, even through her bravado I could see she had some reservations about being here. 

I suppose I would have had more my self too, if I'd grown up hearing stories about this place. We finished eating and cleaned up. She made sure the boat was secured and that everything was off to save on the batteries. 

Together we started out down the stone pathway through the trees. She pulled her sweatshirt off, revealing her full breasts in the tiny string top, and tied the shirt around her waist.

She looked incredible walking beside me, her breasts bouncing with each step, "What are you looking at?" She joked, noticing my stare. 

"Umm Plenty!" I replied smiling, as I removed my shirt as well, and tied it around my own waist. It seems that it was getting warmer and steamier as we walked and I noticed it was clouding up a little towards the west. We rounded the bend and came out of the trees into a large clearing of high grass. The stone path went through the grass and led up to a very big house. 

Aside from a few cracked windows and a loose shutter or eve board it was in relatively good condition. We walked up to the porch where the mummified remains of the last inhabitant had been found and the rocking chair was still there. 

I continued my normal investigation by walking around the house with Mary at my side, while I took pictures and made notes as to defects and other structural observances on my tape recorder. 

When she stopped and grabbed my arm. "Dave look!" she said pointing up to a third floor window. 

I looked up and saw only the curtain moving but it did look as if someone had been holding it open. 

"Could have been a draft" I replied, as it was getting breezy "looks like the weather is changing" I continued. 

I took a picture of the window and one of the back porch door. It wasn't till later when I reviewed the pictures that I saw the figure of someone standing in the door. 

"Yeah right!" she said "its just a draft." 

We came back around to the front past the garden steps and went up onto the porch. Mary gave a little gasp as the rocking chair began slowly rocking. I looked down and stepped back on the first board at the top step, the chair moved again. 

"Its just loose boards, see" I said demonstrating by stepping on the board again for her to see. We both chuckled nervously as I walked over to the iron gated door unlocking it and the wooden door. 

I swung the door open and propped it open with the rocking chair "Just in case!" I exclaimed.

She looked me in the eye smiled nervously and took my hand as we stepped through the door into a foyer, with French doors on both sides and a beautiful wood stairway in the middle, with hallways on either side of it that led to different parts of the house. 

The wood work was incredible, ornate carvings and stylized moldings and stair balusters were in perfect condition, covered in dust but still in fantastic condition. The kind of workmanship that is too expensive to duplicate today. 

The floors were dust covered but still had a sheen beneath the years of accumulated dust. There were Persian style rugs in the walkways. 

It really was like stepping into the past, into a forgotten time. Everything was as it had been for at least 100 yrs. It was eerie to say the least. I was glad though, that I'd propped the door open, just so I could feel a connection with the present time. 

I always go to the left when I inspect a building so we opened the French doors to the left of the entrance, there were ragged sheer curtains over the door's windows. As the door swung in, we could see a living room with Victorian styled furniture, heavy velvet curtains shrouded the windows, giving the room an even more gloomy appearance. Shafts of dust filled light angled down from the windows. 

Mary went over and pulled open one set of drapes and let the first sunshine into this house in years. Creating a storm of dust. We both heard what sounded like a muffled shriek as the sun burst into the room. 

"What the hell was that!" She said

"I don't know, I don't know where it came from, it seemed as if the room was filled with the sound." I replied. 

"kind a spooky? Huh? She said, but her voice seemed different, kind of teasingly sensual with a seductive tone. 

I looked over to her and she was giving me a wicked little smile and a stare that kind of gave me the willies. She was getting turned on and it became more obvious as she brushed the dust away that fell when she opened the drapes from her sweaty breasts, I was sure she was rubbing over her swelling nipples more than brushing off dust. 

The whole time she kept eye contact with me. She turned away and walked around the room admiring the fixtures and furnishings. 

"Wow! this is so cool! Look at this place its beautiful! wouldn't you just love a place like this?" She said doing a little twirl in the center of the room, and unfortunately stirring up another cloud of dust. She sneezed a couple of times and said "Needs a good cleaning though!" 

We both laughed as we walked back into the hallway foyer. We proceeded to the left of the stair case and down a hallway, at the end of the hall were two doors, one on the left and the other was across from it. We entered the door on the left and found ourselves in what must have been the den or library. 

There was an ornate desk and leather covered chair, a short couch or settee and an overstuffed velvet upholstered easy chair. As well as a couple of small tables with oil lamps. Bookcases filled with books, lined the walls. 

This room was as well preserved as everything else, and I was fascinated by all the books, but I wanted to get on with the initial inspection first, then take some time to snoop around, so we went across the hall and opened the door, this one led down to the basement so I led the way switching on my flashlight, we carefully descended the stairs.



Dominant Spirit Ch. 05



As we got to the bottom of the stairs we both had the same idea, it was chilly down in the cellar and we both put our shirts back on. There was no other description for what we found in the basement other than it was a dungeon! On one end was what looked like a laboratory, there were odd shaped bottles and mixing bowls cluttering the shelves and a table, and something that gave me a shiver, an axe laying on a chopping block about waist high. 

There were several manacled chains hanging about the main room and what could only be described as two cells, with heavy wooden doors and big steel latches. The walls were stone and cement and there were heavy wooden uprights supporting timber beams, every ten feet, and each one had some form of chain restraints or big eye rings attached. 

There were two wooden benches and a tall stock and a short stock, like those used in European dungeons. 

Mary and I looked at each other and I could see she was smiling. 

"Just what every home needs! A play room!" I said. 

"Oh yeah this could be a lot of fun!" she replied reaching out to run her fingers down the length of a leather whip that was hanging with other implements of torture on the stone wall at the bottom of the stairs. 

"What are these things for?" she asked pointing to several devices hanging there.

I stepped over and examined what looked to be thumb screws of various sizes. There were some that were only big enough for a thumb while there were a couple of others that were too big for any thumb. I explained how the thumbscrews worked, and jokingly said the bigger ones were for maintaining an erection. 

We discussed the history of the island and that it had been used as a prison but why would they keep prisoners in the main house? "Perhaps prisoners were brought down here for questioning during the early days?" I thought out loud.

But even I thought that I couldn't help but think, the stuff looked as if it had been in use much more recently. There was none of the junk that normally clutters a basement, no food stuffs or old broken furniture. In the very back wall of the basement there was a door that led down stone stairs to a small room with two heavy doors one door opened into what must have been a root cellar. It was probably 40 degrees or less in there and what looked to be the remains of apples and potatoes. The other door led into a tunnel that sloped up gradually, we saw the silhouette of a woman in the dark tunnel but it quickly vanished as we got closer, the tunnel was about 100 ft long, ending near what appeared to be a small shack, we could see that we were within 50 ft of the boat. We walked back through the tunnel and went back up into the basement.

"Well that's cool, huh? A secret passage way in and out of a dungeon! How convenient, wouldn't you say?" 

Mary walked over to a mirrored cabinet on the wall and opened it. She stepped back and said "And what are these?" 

I shined my light in the cabinet illuminating its contents. To both our amazements it was filled with plaster castings of penises! Some with balls and some with out.

We both stared in wonder at the sight of maybe a hundred white cocks each one perfect in detail and yet different than the one next to it. Some circumcised and some not, big and small, some perfectly erect and others a bit bent, perhaps a casting of a semi limp cock. 

"Well it seems the lady of the house had a hobby! Huh?" I said. 

"Yeah, I guess she did" Mary said gently touching several and tracing their shapes with her finger tips, clearly enjoying the sight of so many cocks of so many different sizes and shapes. "I wonder how she did it "she mumbled turning around and examining the benches. "Look here, there's a hole in the long board right where your cock would be if you laid down on it. .Yup..., and here's a bucket that fits in the hole. I wonder how she kept the guys hard while the plaster set? 

"Well I can get a pretty good idea!," I replied, "with all this stuff," I gestured around the room, "I'm sure she knew how to use it! I'll bet you could keep me hard that long!" I joked. 

"Hhmm, I wish I'd done this myself! I've had some great cock in my life and all I have are fond memories. She said motioning towards the cabinet with her thumb. 

"Well you can start with mine!"I replied. Starting back up the stairs" are you coming?" I asked. 

She was hesitant to follow me and said "No I'm not cumming... yet! But I'm getting some ideas!" 

We went back up the stairs and she teasingly poked at my ass "wait til later babe I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you!" she said. Maybe we'll make use of her little play room huh? You'd like that wouldn't you?! 

"Well you know you're right, but lets get the work aspect done first, okay? At least this house today and then tomorrow we hunt for the other buildings. " I replied trying not to sound like I was being bossy. 

We stepped back into the hallway and squinted at the little, yet brighter light on the first floor and went around the stair way to the front foyer and into the other set of French doors at the foyer, revealing a fantastic Victorian dinning room. The table was once a set with a fine white table cloth. Mary pulled open the heavy drapes and the sun light flooded the room. It was easy to imagine the fancy meals and the upper class types that would have dined in such fine style. Back in a simpler time in the days before two world wars and the advent of TV. When meals were a big part of the day. 

At the rear of the room a door led into a very good sized kitchen. There were cupboards on three walls, the upper cabinet doors went nearly to the ceiling which was ten feet high through out the house and basement. There was a ladder hung on a track that went around the entire kitchen to access the higher shelves.

There were dishes and dozens of jars of canned goods still there, though I wouldn't want to eat anything as old as some of it seemed to be. 

There wasn't many store bought items other than a few cans and spices. The large iron wood burning stove took up nearly the whole back wall, a 4 ft tall stack of cut wood filled the areaon either side of the stove. 

At the far right hand corner was a door that led outside the rear of the house. In the middle of the kitchen was a large preparation island. A heavy cabinet with a wood slab top that showed years of use for preparing foods and chopping. 

An iron frame hung above it with various pots and pans hanging from it. A big kerosene lantern was suspended from the center. On the left hand wall was a big metal sink with an old hand pump. There was no electric, gas or even running water. I gave the pump a few cranks and sure enough water came out a bit discolored at first but it cleared up before it stopped running. 

I happened to look out the window behind the stove and noticed that it was getting late and clouding up for what looked like a good storm. I checked my watch and noted it was after 5 so I asked Mary whether or not we should stay the night and where would she prefer, either on her boat or here in the house. We decided to go back down to the boat and collect what ever we might want for the night and stay in the house. We hadn't seen or experienced anything too weird, well other than the "play room" so why not?! We walked back down to the boat and off loaded everything we wanted and together we snapped the canvasses down to keep out the rain that had just started to drizzle a mist like rain. 

It took a couple of trips up and back to bring up the stuff we decided to bring and we sprinted up the path back to the house on the last trip. By the time we were done we were both soaked, we dashed in the door and I put the rocking chair back on the porch and closed the door. 

We laughed and shook off the rain drops that hadn't soaked in. The temperature had dropped with the rain and as I pulled her close to me, I could feel her shivering and I could see her firm nipples pressing against her sweat shirt. I kissed her deeply and we shared a moment of warmth from each other. 

"Lets get a fire going," I said shivering. "which room would you like to heat?"

We decided to build a fire in the front sitting room and then look up stairs while we still had some daylight. I had a fire going in just a few minutes thanks to the wood in the kitchen and a newspaper that I had happened to bring along.

While Mary searched around and brought out 4 kerosene lamps with oil and lit them. She put one on a small table in the foyer and left one in the sitting room. 

Still damp but a little warmer we took the other lamp and our flashlights and went up to the second floor. There were 6 doors, each leading to a bed room. In one room Mary found a wardrobe filled with women's Victorian style clothes. I sat on the bed and watched as she stripped off her sweats and the tiny string bikini, she then put on a white blouse that was very sexy, at least to me, the cleavage was covered with a sheer fabric exposing her ample breasts. She pulled on an ankle length skirt which she grabbed at the hem and ripped up to her waist. 

"Can't leave everything to the imagination!" she said seductively. 

She then picked up a very old pair of black high heeled shoes, sat down next to me and told me to put them on her. I knelt down at her feet and slipped them on her, surprised that they fit her and started buttoning them. It wasn't easy as I had never buttoned shoes before. 

She stood up, pulled her hair up on her head and asked "Well how do I look?" 

Kneeling at her feet I could only say "Great!" which was a real understatement of how really, really good she looked to me! She picked up her sweats and sneakers and I lit another lamp leaving it on a table at the top of the stairs, as we went back down stairs. 

We unpacked our things and she pulled out a bag with some food that she had brought from home and from the boat "not exactly gourmet" she said "but its food"

We went to the kitchen and I started a fire in the old stove as she pumped up a couple of pots of water, and filled the big coffee pot. I was surprised by her preparedness. She had brought packets of coffee, sugar, salt, ketchup, honey and a couple of cans of canned spam, green beans, baked beans, a dozen eggs and a somewhat crushed loaf of bread. 

Like she said not exactly gourmet, but beggars cant be too choosy! We found an old box of spic and span and broke off a chunk of the now solid mass and as soon as we had hot water on the stove we wiped down the kitchen and dinning room table. She cleaned a few dishes to use and I set the table. I hunted around through the sideboards and found a box of candles for the candelabras and lit them up. 

I rejoined Mary in the kitchen where she was frying up the spam and heating the baked beans. I stepped behind her and wrapped my arms around her, kissing her on the neck from behind. 

She gave my crotch a quick butt rub and told me "dinners ready." As she lifted open her skirt at the rip, and exposed her firm ass. 

I bent down and kissed both cheeks and lovingly licked up her crack. "Hmm! Tastes good!" I said standing back up. 

"Well lets save that for dessert, hmm?" she teased, smoothing her skirt back down. 

We ate our dinner, such as it was, while enjoying the ambiance of the candle lit room. Her beauty was accentuated by the soft flickering candle light. 

She was looking so hot in her borrowed outfit! I have always been turned on by that old fashioned school teacher, librarian look, and dressed as she was at that moment she was every fantasy I'd ever imagined. I really love women who aren't what they appear, who's sexuality is deeper and darker than her quiet intelligence and reserved public appearance. 

Women who, when they let down their hair, really let go! Mary was every bit of that, and more! Just being with her gave me a good feeling inside, usually sexual deviations are uncovered as a relationship grows older and yet her desires and mine were so equally matched. She was every thing I'd wanted in a woman, I found myself wondering if I could ever be what she wanted in a man, and actually hoped that she would . But I'd seen the size of her ex's pecker, I didn't quite make the grade there! I must admit I'm only of average size in that regard.

Hell what was I thinking? We'd only know each other just under 24 hrs and already I'm falling in love? 

"What are you thinking about?" She asked breaking the silence. 

"oh... nothing," I stammered, "uh, hey would you like to retire to the study?" "I saw some books in there that might have some history or information that would be interesting, you know like something regarding the basement and the stuff that's down there. How bout it?"

She agreed and we took our dishes into the kitchen and went into the study. We lit the two lamps and a couple of candles and snooped around for a few minutes. Mary went over to the book cases and I went to work digging through the desk drawers. 

I found a set of 6 leather bound diaries in the big bottom drawer. They were each dated on the spine so I opened the most recent one dated 1956 - there was no end date on the spine as the others all had, so I assumed it was the last. I went to the last entry and saw it must have been before the body was found on the porch. But that didn't seem right as she was supposedly found in a nearly mummified state of decomposition.

The entris were in a similar style of flamboyant script as the envelope the realtor had given me. It read, "no men again this week, cant last much longer" I flipped back through the book and saw nearly the same message repeated over and over again. I flipped the pages back to the beginning entry. And went to sit next to Mary who was looking at a book of bondage illustrations and very old photographs on the settee, 

"Hey check this out I said sitting next to her holding the book on my lap. Together we read the following entries.



Dominant Spirit Ch. 06



Written in the same flamboyant script as the envelope we read...

"April.27th 1956 

It has now been two months with out her menstrual juices, I don't know how long my strength will last with out it. My pet's juices are sustaining me, but I need more! His daily output has diminished to less than a quarter cup, time is catching up with me, I seem to have aged 10 yrs in the last week, and it will be months before the ice melts. I need another pet to milk soon. I don't know if I can maintain my strength till spring this year. She complains daily for me to let her go home! She's so selfish! I only keep her alive for my pet's child! Damn! I should have bred him sooner! I don't know if I have enough of my own potion left within me to finish the child's transformation. Perhaps the devil will collect his due! 

"May. 14th 1956 

The process is rapidly overtaking me, I have aged more. My clothes hang on my body and my breasts are all but flat on my chest, my hair is growing and is now snow white! I have to trim my nails twice a day to keep them from curling under. My pet is not serving my needs his cock only produces with the herbal treatment now. My beauty has gone, and his eyes tell of the disgust and fear he feels toward me. Yesterday I lost two teeth while sucking his cream and he fainted away. I miss those looks that he gave me just two weeks ago. That puppy dog submissiveness is gone as well. He seems distracted and pensive. I fear he plots against me. He still fears the power I held over him, even though it is gone, and has been for several weeks. He is still performing his chores but I have started chaining him to the foot of my bed at night. I am finding it more and more difficult to climb those stairs each day. The girl is getting weaker, I am no longer able to give her the potion, and feeding them both has become impossible, the child would be due on all hallows eve. But I have failed! But as I go, so shall they! I have prepared the poison for them both, and tomorrow they will get the first dose. 

May. 19th 1956 

Damn them both! They escaped this morning! My pet has revolted! Neither of them have eaten the poison! He began testing me yesterday, disobeying my smallest requests and became emboldened when my power to crush his balls at will failed to punish him for his disobedience! I have had none of his cream in three days and can only walk a few feet at a time. They went through my clothes and stole all my warmest things. All I could do was watch as they ran across the ice, the fools! They'll surely freeze to death anyway!" 

That was the last full entry in the book, we looked at each other and I saw something in her face that seemed to slowly build up, as she said

"I was born on Halloween, 1956!"

I felt a cold chill run down my back, and my hair tingled not just on the back of my neck but over my entire body! She stood up and walked toward the desk and sat back against it. 

Her expression was one of fear and concern, "This isn't funny any more!" She began, "my mother died when I was born, and my father died soon after. I was raised by my aunt, Liz , her husband died when I was about 10...." 

I interrupted her, "Your aunts name was Liz? It wasn't Elizabeth Corbin? Was it?" 

She gave me a questioning gaze and replied "yes it was!... how did you know that?" she looked surprised by my comment. 

"I met her at the real estate office! She's the one who gave me the keys!" I answered. 

She seemed even more concerned than ever. "I might be that baby!" She seemed to be thinking aloud, as she continued... "That explains a lot doesn't it? Why I'm so fucking horney all the time! Why I dream of, and hunger for sex, with any body, any time!" she looked towards me and said, "Dave, I had meant to say something sooner, but I thought I was just being silly..." 

"What's that?" I asked.

"...I felt I knew you, and I couldn't remember where or when, or even why, until now!" she began, "you have been in my dreams since I was a girl, and so has this house! Since we met I've felt as if I were living a dejavu, as if I'd done and been through all this many times before,...with you!" her expression was becoming more relaxed as if the fear had left her. 

"With me?" I asked. 

"Yes with you.. And you were my "pet" she said, "but we had a lover as well..." 

"We had a lover? What, did we share her?" I asked smiling. 

"No!... She shared us! In my dreams you knelt to me, but we both knelt down at her feet! My first memory of my dream was when I was very young, I would awaken to an orgasm, She gave me my first orgasms, in my dreams! My sheets would be wet and my pussy ached to be filled! I learned to masturbate with anything I could find that could fit in me!" 

"My Ken doll was my first "male pet". I had renamed him "Dave", and I drew a moustache on him, just like yours!" 

"I slept with him every night, one morning I woke to a massive orgasm, I could feel something hard deep inside my pussy, it hurt, but it felt so fucking good to have something so hard up inside me! There was blood on my sheets and Dave's plastic legs were sticking out of me! I still sleep with him on dark and stormy nights, when I'm alone." 

"Everyday I went to school so horney, often with out panties and teased the boys with out mercy. Each night the dreams became more intense and even frightening! In high school I learned that the dreams went away once I had an actual sexual encounter, with anyone male or female!" 

"I hated gym class! I wanted to make love to every girl as we showered together, so much flesh, and lustful pleasure! So much forbidden fruit!" her passion and hunger filled her voice. 

"It was bound to happen though. I tried to hide my feelings and fought to keep my hands to myself. I would skip gym class, or refuse to participate, usually just mentioning menstrual pains got me out of class, but after awhile it became impossible to avoid the inevitable." 

"My first sexual experience was there at school, in the gym showers. The biggest mistake I ever made too!" 

"Anna, she was the prettiest girl in our class, long wavy blonde hair, a picture perfect figure, the most beautiful tits and ass!" "We had to sweep the gym floor after class while the other girls went to the showers. By the time we were done sweeping, the others were exiting the showers when we went to the locker room alone."

"She was such an egotistical show off! She came from a wealthy family and flaunted it in front of everyone! I'm sure you know the type?! They have everything already and blessed with looks too!" 

I nodded, it seemed as if she were recanting my own troubled youth! Except for the Ken doll! I grew up with the same dreams, fears and desires! I was fascinated by her story, and getting a bit turned on as she went on to say....

"She came on to me first, we were showering and she cornered me in the warm water placing her hands on the wall on either side of me, she kissed me!" 

"My first French kiss, and she led me down to her firm breasts and then down her smooth belly".

"Her thighs parted and I tasted my first pussy! She turned and faced the wall, arching her back and jutting her ass outward allowing me to finger and lick her tight ass and suck at her pussy as I knelt behind her."

"She came against my mouth, then turned and viciously shoved me down to the floor!"

From that day on I lived in shame, she told the other girls that I had forced my self on her! I never had many friends any way, but from that day, I had none, at least none that would admit to being my friend." 

"Boys or girls!" 

"Several of the kids would come around occasionally, but they only came over to use me! Offering their friendship only if I orally serviced them, secretly!"

"But once they got together with the others I was treated like a leper, contagious, diseased, dirty!" 

"One day two of the girls came over together, I knew they were up to something but my own hunger for their friendship and sexy bodies drove me on, I stupidly went out with them to a clearing in the woods."

"We three stripped naked and they forced me to my knees and tied my hands behind my back, just as four more girls came out from hiding and circled around me teasing and chanting "Mary's a slut! A dirty little pig!""

"I tried to get up, to run away. but they jumped me and held me and as a group began beating, kicking and slapping me."

"They all stripped and took turns using me for their own pleasures,holding me down on the ground as each one pissed and crapped all over me!"

"Each of them finished by holding my head by my hair as they made me lick their assholes clean!"

She spoke with tears in her eyes and my own vision blurred with my own tears, I had the same experience at about the age! I knew exactly what she had felt, the needs and the fear, embarassment shame and disgust. She continued saying... 

"Then they all dressed and ran laughing for home, taking my clothes with them. Leaving me naked with my hands tied behind my back and totally covered in their stink!"

The simularities in our experiences was weird but she went on to describe a significant difference, something I never had, Revenge! 

"I swore to avenge my self! In time I have all but satisfied my revenge, I have fucked each and everyone of their boyfriends and husbands! But I have also fucked each of their kids, on or near each of their 18th birthday's, boys and girls!" 

There was a fire in her eyes as she went on...

"Ron was Anna's first husband and childhood sweetheart! Oh, and my "cook"? He was the child of another of my tormentors! As a matter of fact, I employ several of their adult kids, and I fuck them all!" 

A lightening bolt struck some where close by and literally shook the house to its foundations. The white flash seemed to last several seconds and in its light I thought I saw some one, or something standing behind Mary in the shadows. 

I jumped to my feet and Mary reached out and placed her hand on my chest and eased me back down in the chair.

"Its just lightening" she said in a calming tone.

I looked towards the drapes and there was nothing there. Mary sat back against the desk and seductively crossed her legs so that the skirt would fall away, and expose her shapely legs.

"I don't know if I'm that baby! Its just a coincidence that I share the same birth date. I mean the odds are, they froze to death out on the ice, it was May? Right?" 

I felt she was half heartedly trying to convince herself, but of what? I really wasn't certain. When she gave me a seductive smile and looked me in the eye.

"You wanna know some thing?" she whispered, "All this spooky shit,... you, and this house, have had me so fucking horney! I mean,...well, shit, you know I'm a slut, right? I mean, I'll fuck just about anybody, man or woman! But there's something strange here! I've never been so fucking hungry for sex as I've been since we got here! Look here!" she said uncrossing her legs and spreading her pussy with one hand. 

I could see her glistening juices coating her pussy and thighs leaving shimmering trails down her shapely legs. I moved to sit up closer in hopes of just a taste. But she motioned me to stay seated. She held her pussy spread and collected her juices with her other hand, coating her fingers in her wetness. She held out her hand just close enough for me to smell, but she then licked it off herself, savoring the flavor of her own nectar. 

She continued to say, "Hmm!, oh I taste so good! You know, I think that old lady had a good thing going, I mean having men for pets... Would you like to be my pet?" 

I could only nod, even though I was beginning to feel a little uncomfortable with this sudden inspiration of hers to include any part of what we had read. But her sensual behavior and attitude were quickly clouding my mind with lustfull thoughts of her. 

She continued to rub her pussy and lick to juices from her fingers seductively. As she said, " I'd like you naked,... my "pet"... and kneeling at your Mistresses feet!...Now!" 

I hopped up and quickly stripped and knelt at her feet. I fought back the urge to reach out and grab her around her hips and bury my face in her wet cunt. My cock was hard and I could feel my own juices on my thigh. She was really getting into her role as my Mistress, as she smiled down at me with a wicked look in her eyes. 

"Crawl over here, and using only your tongue,... I want you to make me cum! 

I crawled over as she spread her legs wider and leaned back on the desk. 

Oh, she smelled so good, as I lapped at the outer folds of her crotch, gathering her juices with my tongue as I worked closer to her soft fleshy pussy lips. I slid my tongue over them as I sought her swollen clit. I circled it pressing my tongue firmly around its base. 

"You may suck it!" she said. 

So I pulled her clit between my lips sucking it in, rolling my tongue over it within my mouth. She tasted so good, I slurped and sucked her juices and mouthed the soft flesh of her pussy. 

"Now eat my asshole!... That's it get your tongue up in my shit hole "pet!" ...Hmm!... That feels so good! In and out,... oh yeah! Now go back to my cunt "pet!" Yes that's nice, Yeah right there! Suck it harder!" 

I love eating pussy and hers was with out equal! Her calling me "pet" at first bothered me but I was quickly beginning to enjoy the sound of her voice referring it to me. 

She grabbed my head in both hands and pulled my face firmly into her pussy and came, rolling her hips and grinding her cunt into my mouth, gushing wetly and screaming 

"oh yess!.... Suck me dry my pet! And don't you spill a drop!..... Oh damn you are Good!"

She roughly pushed my head back and sat back on the desk catching her breath. 

"Oh, yes, you really like being my pet don't you?!" 

"Oh, Yes, I do!" I declaired proudly, as I wiped her excess juices from my face with the back of my hand. "Please make me do anything you want I am yours!" 

The house shook again and the room once again filled with the blinding bluish white light of another lightening bolt. This time there was no doubt in my mind that I had seen something! I almost screamed, and if I could have found my voice, I would have!

At first it just appeared to be a dark shape, but as the lightning flash lit up the room the dark figure bent over and opened up, like Dracula in an old movie spreading a dark cape. 

There snarling at me, stood a female form in a black velvet cape. Her eyes were empty, as if she had no pupils, and I could swear she had fangs! Not just two but a mouth full! 

I scrambled to my feet and she was gone. Mary looked at me as if I were nuts.

"What the hell got into you?" she asked.

I told her what I had seen and she could tell I was shaken, as my once raging hard-on drooped towards the floor. My hair bristled as I stepped to the corner and looked for what, I wasn't sure, but I had seen her! It wasn't an optical illusion, yet there was nothing in the corner to even catch the light. Let alone produce the kind of image I saw! 

"What did she look like?" Mary asked a tone of fear and concern in her voice. 

"She was beautiful and frightening at the same time! I mean, she had a great figure and a huge pair of tits! But her expression was frightening! She looked right through me! She was right here!" I said pointing towards the corner. 

I felt Mary's hand on my shoulder, "Oh shit you're really trembling! You're whole body is shaking! You poor thing, ...scared the starch out-a you, huh?" she snickered a little, staring down at my half hard cock, and said, "I thought you said you'd seen a ghost before?" 

I noted a teasing gleeful tone in her voice as if she were amused by my involuntary reaction to what I had seen. She stepped behind me and wrapped her arms around me, clasping my semi hard cock in one hand, and my balls in the other. 

Her embrace was warm and comforting, and the tremors soon subsided. She massaged my balls and twisted gently at my dick.

"Maybe she'll come back and join us." she said suggestively, speaking softly, almost blowing in my ear. 

"Well I hope she's smiling next time! Shit! She scared the crap out of me!" I replied. 

"oh really? Let me check!" her left hand released my cock and slid down the crack of my ass. 

I leaned my head back on her shoulder as her fingers probed in and around my ass hole. "Nope you didn't shit your self but, here, sniff, you could use a bath!" She said reaching up and placing her fingers in front of my nose. "Lick them clean my pet!" 

She was right about that, the smell I mean, and if she was trying to distract me, well... It was working. Leaving my fright behind, my cock tingled and swelled as I took her stinky fingers in my mouth and licked and sucked them clean. 

"Good boy my pet!" She said pulling her hand away, and backing away from me. 

She turned towards the desk and picked up the picture album that she had been looking through earlier. She placed it on the desk and began thumbing through the pages.

"There's a picture here that I wanted to show you before, but I wasn't too sure about it until now." She said glancing back with a wicked little grin! 

Damn this was such delicious torture! How she could leave me, so ready to burst that is, and just walk away! I loved it! She seemed to be testing my willingness to only serve her needs, and even though I wanted to have jerked off right there and then, I fought the urge to relieve the burning need to cum! 

I was still concerned about what I thought I saw and I remembered my cameras. 

"Hey, I hate to change the mood, but I'd like to set up some of my equipment. I said wishing the rank taste in my mouth would fade soon. 

"Oh yeah what equipment?" she asked. 

"My cameras to start with..." I began, but she cut me off. 

"Hmmm a camera? You want to make a dirty movie? Sounds like fun my pet!" She teased. 

"No... ah, uh yeah, I do, but I was thinking about maybe catching whatever I saw, on tape." I replied stammering a bit. 

"Oh! You're going make me jealous!" she joked, speaking to the corner where I'd seen the apparition, and wagging her finger. I picked up my pants and was about to put them on but she stopped me. 

"Hey come on,... I like you naked,... don't put them on, I want to watch your cock flop and bounce as you walk around!" She said with a coy look, and smiled squeezing my semi hard cock. 

So I tossed the jeans back on the floor and brought out my stuff. I unpacked the cameras and started to set them up to capture every inch of the study. As I did I was thinking that if I did catch a ghost I'd have a hard time showing the tape! Being naked and knowing Mary as I did already, this wasn't going to be a prime time movie of the week, that was certain! 

But that's what editing is for. I'd always wanted to be filmed having sex but I never had the chance before, and Mary was worth filming any time, especially having sex, so I made sure that the cameras were going to capture everything! 

"Dave look here, this is the woman! The one I've seen in my dreams since I was young!" 

I stepped over to Mary and she pointed out an old photo of a very attractive naked woman. But that wasn't the strangest part, she flipped several pages and pointed out another picture, then another and another. In each photo the woman was either naked or engaged in sexual play with men and women! 

I noticed something different though. The photos were old but some were very old. Some dated back to before the Civil war and from the types of photos it was obvious that there were photos of this woman and her various lovers that covered nearly 100 years! But she never changed! she looked the same in the oldest to the most recent pictures, that appeared to be from the 1950's. 

I went back to setting up the cameras. I was starting to put every thing together now, "Sarah" was a succubus! She had to be! Her apparent longevity, the stories, and the diaries, she had to be! 




Dominant Spirit Ch. 06



Everything Mary said about her own past and everything I'd experienced so far regarding this place led me to the conclusion, nothing else could explain the how or why's we were experiencing! 

We perused the photos for several minutes and I pointed out to Mary, the progressive ageing of the pictures, and how the one female never seemed to change! Sarah was a succubus! Mary seemed to be thrilled by my theory, she smiled and gave me a devious look. She had something in mind, and wasn't saying what. 

I began to wonder about every thing that had happened in the last few days, from the initial phone call, that somehow was missed by my answering machine, and the other "coincidences", it was all too perfect, too organized, too meant to be! I'm not used to things going right in my life. 

For instance, If I was to win the lottery, well... I'd get the bill, instead! I once got 5 out of 6 numbers, but I shared the winnings with 180,000 other "winners" netting me 85.00! I mean, what are the odds of that? 

Since the phone call every desire of mine has been met, Mary was every bit my fantasy woman, she wanted from me, what I needed from a woman! Everything about her was familiar, her dreams and my own while growing up, and some of our experiences, were just too similar! As if our lives were designed to connect at this time and place. 

I thought about her "Ken" doll, named "Dave" and glanced toward her, should I tell her about the dreams I had of being used by a giant woman? Would she think I just made it up? It was like voodoo! I dreamt of being held and toyed with and shoved naked into a warm fleshy tunnel, and she used "Dave" as a dildo! 

Then there was the money! Well I was certain it was worth more than $3000. Old paper money, especially Gold certificates can be worth several hundred dollars, each, and there were 30 of them in the envelope! 

This house was out of my dreams as well. Its condition, the rooms and furnishings all strangely familiar. Then there was the ghost or whatever it was,I felt comfortable yet fearful of the image I had seen, she was unnerving, frightening, yet sexually alluring! 

This whole succubus thing was the real fascination to me. I had often dreamt of a spirit woman, and now I really felt as if I were in the presence of one! I was living in my own frightening fantasy! 

Mary brought her duffle bags out and opened one up. I took the opportunity to focus on her as she stood there poking about in the bag. She looked so sexy, dressed as she was but when I saw what she pulled from the bag my cock began swelling and my tingling balls pulled up in side me. 



Dominant Spirit Ch. 07



Through the camera's viewer I saw how she once again surprised me with her uncanny preparedness! She brought several dildos, a leather strap-on harness, a riding crop and another whip, and thigh high, heeled boots. The heels were silver and shaped like little erect cocks, pointing towards the floor. The toes of the boots were elongated and pointed. 

I could imagine laying at her feet and feeling her push those heels and the pointed toes up my ass! I felt a rush of excitement through my groin as I watched her strip and put on a black corset that had sheer black fabric attached to the bottom that went to the floor and was open at the front. 

"Get over here and lace me up my pet!" 

I didn't need a second request and went to her and laced up her corset. Her full breasts were fully exposed and looked so beautiful in the flickering light shrouded with a black sheer floor length robe, that she then put on. 

"Kneel down and put my boots on!" she said leaning back against the desk. 

I knelt down sliding my hands down her body and kissing her thighs. My reward was her bare foot kicking me in the balls!

I went to my knees and grabbed my aching testes and moaned, "Thank you Ma-am!" before taking her boot and sliding it up her shapely leg, and then the other. 

"Lean back!" she said in a commanding tone. 

Still on my knees I spread my legs and leaned back on my hands.

Resting back against the heavy desk she toyed and played with my cock and balls with her booted feet. 

It felt so good! Her heels poked and dug into my man meat and balls, she mashed them under the flat of her boots and poked the toe just in my ass hole. 

She seemed to know just how much pain to inflict and where to apply it to make me gasp in agony and then beg her for more! I loved it!

I could see she was enjoying her power over me! Her facial expression showed the wonderment of a child as she watched her feet crushing and prodding at me, then change to wicked pleasure when her feet found just the right place to inflict a pained response from me. 

"Oh you seem to have a higher tolerance to pain, my pet, even Ron cant take this much punishment!" she said following with a severe kick to my balls that sent my head thumping back to the floor as I pulled my hands from behind me to comfort and protect myself from a next attack. 

She leaned against the desk and laughed as I lay there rolling gently from side to side caressing my aching balls with both hands and moaning softly. 

"Oh did it hurt?! Move your hands!" she demanded playfully. 

When I did, she gave me another kick. This one curled me up in a fetal position sucking air, as I cringed and held my balls tightly, softly rubbing my sore berries.

I rolled on to my knees facing away from her, and exposing my ass. 

"My my what have we here? Hmm? Well do your balls hurt my pet?" Whack! she said as I felt the hot sting of a leather strap searing a stripe across my ass. 

"Oh yes ma-am! I replied in a high pitched pained tone.

"Maybe this will take your mind off your poor balls!" with that said she pushed a hard cold heel against my ass hole. 

It hurt a bit, as it was dry and I reached up between my legs and tried to open my hole with my fingers to keep her from ripping my tender asshole. Only to get kicked again, this time I still had one hand covering my balls and was saved from worse pain. 

"Oh what's wrong pet? She asked. 

"My ass could use a little lubricating" I replied. 

"Okay, well..., lets see, Oh I know! I want you to finger your ass for me, I want you to put your fingers in your mouth, then I want you to play with your asshole, if you need more lube, you can get it from your own mouth! 

Oh, and don't let me catch you playing with that cock! It's mine and only I determine its fate got it?!!"

I heard her moving behind me as she spoke and the tell tale humming of a vibrator starting up, and then becoming muffled as she placed a small battery powered egg shaped toy in the moist folds of her crotch, and leaned back against the desk. 

"Hey I want to see those fingers digging up that ass!" Whack! another stripe from her whip crossed my ass cheeks, as she spoke.

Hesitantly I released my protective grip on my balls and tried to brush the loose dirt from my hand, then shoved my fingers in my mouth, coating them with my own saliva. I reached up between my thighs and probed at my asshole working one after another finger in until I had all four fingers moving in and out of my asshole. 

I could hear her behind me moaning softly, the vibrator moving between her thighs in her hand, as she watched me attempting to fist my own ass.

Her voice was filled with her sensual pleasure as she gave me directions, "That's it push your hand in my pet. Deeper that's it good boy! Pull them out yeah that's good, now shove em back in, yeah, feel good my pet? Looks like you're having fun!?!" 

"Yes ma-am... " I began.

When she said, "Now pull out your hand and put it in your mouth!" "Now!" 

I did, grimacing a bit as I wished I could have washed first. But she filled my thoughts as I felt her shove a boot heel up my ass and push in until her foot was pressed down on my tailbone. Her heel fully embedded in my butt. 

She worked it in and out a few times before pulling out and pushing the long pointed toe of her boot in my ass hole! It felt painfully delicious as it stretched my ass open farther than I could imagine, as her boot slipped in little by little. 

She was moaning her pleasure "oh yeah this is so fucking hot! Mmmm yes, my pet, feel my foot up your ass?! Oh yesss!" She moaned loudly as the first of several waves of orgasmic pleasure flowed through her body, as her vibrator took her over the edge.

She pulled her foot abruptly from my ass and spread her legs wide as she used both her hands and her little vibrator to satisfy the needs in her dripping wet pussy.

I turned my head to watch as she came, humping her hips up and down as her hands were buried in her crotch. Damn she was the hottest woman alive at that moment! Lost in her pleasure myself, I reached down and gave my cock and balls a well needed caress. Which was met with a swift kick! 

She had seen me and gathered herself enough to deliver the blow and change her emotional state from pleasure to anger. 

"I told You not to touch that! It's mine and mine alone! got it! " she kicked my ass this time and followed it with several more. 

She stood up and went over to her dildos she assembled her strap-on and told me to stand in front of the desk and bend over. 

I quickly did as I was told. She pushed my head down and roughly shoved a dildo about the size of my own cock deeply into my sore asshole. Thrusting her hips against me hard, she gave me a great ass fucking! 

She got more passionate the more I moaned in my own pleasure, as the dildo thrust up in me. After a few intrusions I was able to time my anal muscles to her thrusts allowing the dildo to slide in and them clamp them down to push it out, but I obviously enjoyed it too much! 

She pulled out suddenly and swapped the dildo for one nearly twice the length and diameter. She reached out and grabbed me by the hair pulling my face down to where she could shove the head of her dildo into my mouth. 

It was huge and filled my mouth, there was no way I could swallow this one! It would have dislocated my jaw! I tried to coat it with my saliva because I was sure of what was about to happen. 

She pulled me back in front of her and spread my ass with both her hands. I caught my breath as I felt hers against my asshole. Oh how I loved that! I leaned forward on my elbows on the desk as she softly licked around my sore asshole. It felt so warm wet and soothing as her tongue softy probed within my ass. 

She tongue fucked me deeply for a couple minutes then licked down my scrotum and down to my balls. She nibbled at my pouch for awhile before taking each of my very tender balls into her mouth and letting them plop out. 

She stood up and pressed the enormous dildo against the puckered entry of my ass. I tried to relax, at first it wasn't easy, and I thought my butt hole was going to split open! But she was gentle and fed it in me slowly, stopping several times to spit down onto her hand and rub it on the dildo. 

I was surprised to feel her hips pressing against my ass knowing that she was now over a foot up in side my gut! She placed one hand on my lower back and began to with draw her massive dildo slowly admiring the way it looked as it slid inch by inch from my ass, and back in, her other hand was holding the balls at the base while she fingered herself at the same time. 

She reached out and put her little vibrator into her pussy and held it there with the base of her dildo in hand. She proceeded to push back in me and gradually began fucking me, fully pounding her hips against my ass and pulling nearly out before ramming back in. 

My whole body was filled with the most intensely pleasurable pain! My cock had gone semi hard and was drooling down the front of the desk as she was over come with another orgasm, she wrapped her arms around my waist and laid over me, her hips against my ass and pressing hard so that she could feel her vibrator buzzing against the balls of her dildo and sending vibrations deep into my bowels. 

"Mmm you're a good pet, she whispered as she recovered her composure and stood up. "You took the whole thing babe, mmm, yeah, does it feel good?"

I could only nod and murmur "uh huh." 

She pulled out slowly, pleased with how deeply she had touched me. When it was all the way out I could feel my asshole was gaping open and as I flexed my anal muscles I could feel it slowly shrink back to nearly normal. 

I felt her wet fingers tenderly massaging my sore anus, her fingers worked in and around it and felt so good after being anally ravaged. She massaged my ass cheeks then gave me a firm slap. 

"Turn around and let me see your cock!" 

As I turned my cock was rising and I thought I was either going to piss or explode. It was so hot and filled with my cream, my balls ached for release and from her playful abuses.

"Oh my, you're not so hard now, are you?" she teased, "and look at all the juices! Here, let me give you a taste!" She said rubbing my cock all over her swollen nipples. 

Then giving me a quick suck taking my semi erect cock down to my balls. Oh, man! It felt so good! 

Just as she felt my pleasure rise, she with drew and stood pulling my face down to lick up my own juice from her nipples. She allowed me to suck her breasts and we both enjoyed the pleasure of her swollen nipples in my mouth for a few minutes, it seemed she experienced a subtle orgasm as I suckled at her nipples, moaning in pleasure and rubbing her hand over her crotch.

Suddenly the room was filled with a series of bright lightening flashes, and all Hell seemed to break out. The thunder exploded in deafening booms followed by the sound of heavy items crashing and thumping in what seemed like every room through out the house! 

Mary seemed to be pulled backwards and landed with a thud on the settee, at first she looked scared shitless, but I saw a smile developing on her face, as I realized I couldn't move!

I looked down to where Mary was smiling and saw a cloud of mist swirling up from the floor between my legs. 

I couldn't move! It wasn't fear, but something much more overpowering! I just couldn't move! I looked toward Mary, who was now sitting there her hands rubbing in her crotch and over her breasts, as she watched the cloud grow and swelled in front of me. 

I felt a cold dampness engulf my cock, looking down I could see the fog swallowing my cock, and see my cock! I could feel a suction rising, pulling on my meat then the unmistakable feeling of icy cold fingers working my cock flesh up and down, and caressing my balls. 

I could see my balls being pulled, my scrotum stretching. I could see my cock juice forming in the fog, and watched as the more I oozed the more the fog seemed to roil and boil, then slowly the image of a tongue formed sliding under my cock then disappeared as the fog thickened and blurred, my cock was deep within the mouth of a beautiful raven haired woman!

I could hear Mary moaning and wailing in the throes of intense orgasmic ecstasy! But I couldn't take my eyes off of the dark beauty sucking hungrily at my cock, she opened her eyes and they were blank, neither blue or brown or green, just blank! 

I felt my fear subsiding gradually as she skillfully sucked and chewed, bringing me ever closer to my eminent eruption! 

I could feel a voice in my mind, I didn't hear it, I felt it in my mind! Pleading with me, comforting me, begging me for my cum! 

She knew it was cumming and she stared me in the eyes as my cock thumped and throbbed, my balls were aching in her cold grip and tingling intensely, as I exploded in her mouth!

My cock pumping several hot thick spurts into her mouth. Instantly I felt her body temperature rising, my cock was like a thermometer, and I came again as her mouth became almost hot!

She sucked it all down but I had cumm so much that it had oozed out all over her lips and chin. I could see my thick pearly cream, and watched still frozen in place as she let my now limp cock slip from her lips, as she wiped the overflow off her face and licked it like a cat from her hands. 

Smiling a very wickedly sensual smile at me, as she slowly turned away from me and crawled sensually across the floor to where Mary, still wearing the dildo, was moaning in ecstasy. 

If this was Sarah, she was incredibly beautiful! Naked and so absolutely perfect! Heavy breasts that swayed as she crawled and the roundest ass globes imaginable! 

I was still paralyzed and could only watch as Sarah stalked Mary, creeping like a cat! Mary spread her legs wide and yanked her corset opened revealing her tits and grabbing her nipples, twisting and pulling at them.

She moaned, "Oh! Please! Eat me! take me too! Yess! take me!" 

"Sarah" climbed up slowly over Mary's pussy breathing heavily on her sensitive areas, up over each nipple, without touching her. She reached out and gently pulled Mary's face to hers and kissed her deeply, for several seconds, hungrily sucking at each others lips and tongues.

Then she kissed her way down over Mary's neck and across her breasts taking each nipple and wetly slurping at them. 

Her hands then slid down to Mary's thighs and Sarah moved down holding the dildo and stroking it with one hand as if it were real, she ate at Mary's cunt. 

I could only see the back of Sarah's head and her fantastically inviting ass but she must have been good, because Mary came over and over.

Grunting deeply "yes! Yes!" and moaning she said "I'm going to pee" and she hissed "Ahhhh! Yessss!" as Sarah drank down Mary's hot yellow nectar! 

I could hear it splashing and swirling in Sarah's mouth and the sound of her gulping it down. My cock was the only part of me that moved and it was rising as I watched these two physically beautiful, sexual women as they moved together and rolled to the floor in a loving embrace. 

They writhed and rolled about their hands exploring and testing for sensitivity, probing the others wet depths, lips and tongues kissing sucking licking at each other. 

Sarah eased Mary onto her back and straddled herself over the huge dildo at Mary's groin and plunged her self down, engulfing it to the balls! 

Mary reached down and placed her little vibrator in her wet pussy beneath the rubber balls, and the two of them fucked like wild things, screaming and grunting their pleasures, moving together and enjoying every sensation and thumping loudly against the floor. 

Sarah spoke aloud with a commanding tone, saying "give me your lust my little Bitch! that's it give it to me!" 

Then she slowed her pace and climbed off of Mary, "Come with me Bitch!"she said leading Mary on her hands and knees over to me.

I could see the hunger in their eyes as they crawled sexually across the floor their ass's high in the air, their hands like claws reaching out and clawing at me as they went up both sides of me. 

They tugged at me and my paralysis faded as they pulled me down to the floor onto my back. Mary knelt between my legs as Sarah sat on my head facing Mary.

I was pleased to find her pussy sweet and running with her juices, as I could feel Mary lifting my hips and pushing her dildo up my ass again! 

Sarah positioned her self so that my nose pressed up her puckered asshole while my tongue and lips worked licking and sucking at her as I gasped occasionally for a breath of air, but loving every second! 

The two of them fondled and played with my cock and balls gently and then roughly grabbing pulling and tugging until my cock was hard and building up to an almost painful orgasm.

Mary abruptly pulled the strap-on from me moved up and sat on my nearly bursting cock! I thought I'd cum right then as her warm wet folds enveloped my erection, but I held back, and tried to concentrate on the pussy that was nearly suffocating me. 

Mary said, "He..he's... going... to... cum!" her sentence broken in time to her pounding hips, and my upward thrusts. 

Sarah got off my face and crawled around behind Mary and up between my legs. I could feel her breath on my balls and then her tongue lifted and played with my balls. She licked up and at the base of my cock. I could feel I was covered in Mary's cunt juices and Sarah was licking it off my staff as Mary rose up then slid back down. 

Sarah worked her fingers up my ass and Mary's, in seconds she must have shoved her whole hand in Mary's, I could feel it through the wall of flesh separating Mary's asshole and pussy. 

Her other hand dug deep up in my bowels, I caught my breath as she made a fist deep up in my rectum and tried pulling it back out. 

The sensations were intense and I moaned loudly as I came pumping what ever cum I could possibly have had in me up into Mary's now throbbing and orgasming pussy! 

I felt Sarah lay on her back between my legs her hair covering my wet cock and balls as Mary raised up off my still throbbing meat and sat back on Sarah's face!

I leaned up resting on my elbows, watching as the cream dripped down from Mary's cunt and hung suspended over Sarah's mouth. Sarah reached up throwing her arms around Mary's waist she pulled the cum covered pussy lips down onto her mouth. Slurping and sucking hungrily to get every last bit. 

I had forgotten who or what we had just made love to, and at that time I really didn't care! 

I sat up and Mary bent down taking my wilting pecker into her mouth and sucked off what juices that still remained and coated my balls. Licking and slurping me clean. 

She sat back up and smiled wantonly as I got up and threw a log on the fire and brought our sleeping bags out opened them up and laid them on the floor. 

The three of us laid entwined in a warm embrace on one and used the other as a cover, falling asleep to the soft sounds of the rain against the windows.



Dominant Spirit Ch. 08



I awoke as the sun illuminated the room. Mary and I were alone, spooned together with her ass resting against my still damp and semi hard cock. 

Had I dreamt last night? Did we really have a sexual encounter with Sarah? Or was last night just an illusion? Sarah was nowhere in sight regardless.

Whether we did or not my cock was stirring and ready for more. I was glad I was stiffening, if not, I know I would have pissed all over Mary's ass! 

I quietly slipped out from under the cover and tip toed to the kitchen where I had intended to relieve my self in the kitchen sink. It seemed like as good a place as any and it beat going out side.

I stepped to the edge of the sink and let my cock hang over the edge, closing my eyes and picturing the events of last night and wondering if it had all just been a dream. 

When I felt my piss about to stream out, my cock seemed to be enveloped! I looked down in wonderment as I could feel my piss streaming out, but I couldn't see the stream. I rubbed my eyes and looked again, I was still peeing but I couldn't see a drop! As my flow subsided I could feel the unmistakable sensation of a mouth sucking and a tongue stroking the under side of my cock. Then nothing! Just my cock hanging there, but it felt so good! 

I was fully erect as I went back to Mary and laid back down resuming my place, spooned against her back. Hoping she would want me to "get her going" as I had done yesterday morning.

I wasn't disappointed as I felt her reach over her hip easing her ass cheeks open. My cock pressed against her ass hole and I gave a little push. Her ass seemed to suck me in and she rolled onto her belly.

"Fuck me hard baby, I want your cum up my ass, come on pump it in me hard!" she asked passionately.

I stayed in her ass as I rolled onto her back with her, and began thrusting as deep and hard as I could. In moments I was feeling the hot cum bursting from my cock lubricating my probing dick as I gave the last thrusts of my hips against her ass. 

I slid out and sat back on my heels looking at Mary's ass, watching as my cream gathered in her still gaping anus then just as it began to dribble out in thick globs, and I was about to bend down and lick it up, when unbelievably it vanished! It pooled up again and just as the last had, it too vanished as well! 

Even long after I'd pulled out, Mary was still going through what appeared to be orgasmic convulsions, she rocked forward and back, her back arching and relaxing, her ass cheeks flexing, squeezing together when she raised up on her knees and spread wide as she lowered her hips down squatting on her hand still working in her pussy. 

She grunted and groaned loudly. Her crotch grinding against her hand as she seemed to experience an awesome orgasm! I really loved watching her cum and I sat back on my ankles watching her as she rested her head on her forearm, her ass raised high, grunting and moaning in absolute delight..

She knelt that way for several minutes breathing hard and moaning softly when I felt my cock once again enveloped in a damp soft mouth! 

I looked down and once again my cock was being sucked! I watched in stunned amazement as cum that had been coating my pubic hairs, cock and balls was sucked away. I could only see my cock as it was pulled up and mouthed chewed and licked, but all I could see was my cock and balls being manipulated! 

I couldn't see what was doing it, but it felt incredible! I wasn't getting hard, but it did feel good! Then it stopped, my cock fell flaccid between my thighs, a cold rush went through me rising up through my ass and balls seeming to burst out through my chest. My whole body shook and I shivered for several seconds as I caught my breath. 

I thought back to what Mary's aunt, the realtor, had said about a succubus "feeding on the most disgusting of excrements!"

It was disgusting to think about but exciting just the same! Better Sarah than us! I thought as Mary began to relax and slowly collapse down onto her belly.

"What the fuck did you just do?" she asked breathlessly. "Did you just eat my shit?!!"

"It wasn't me!" I replied quickly "The same thing happened to me, well sort of, when I went to take a leak! But nothing came out! I mean,... it came out,... but it wasn't there!" I said.

"What the fuck do you mean nothing came out? she asked incredulously. I've never had an ass licking like that!" she said proudly. 

"Disappeared, Gone! Nothing there! Nothing!" I replied, almost laughing about it. Regaining my self and giving both her ass cheeks a kiss and a playful squeeze and jiggle. 

"Hey where are my things? She asked looking around the room, "My clothes are gone!" 

She was right when we fell asleep she was still wearing her corset, boots and strap-on, now she was as naked as I was! I hadn't realized it earlier, as most of my thinking was being done by my pecker head! Looking around the room I noticed both of our clothes were gone! As were some of Mary's implements of pleasure! We got up and searched around, but the stuff was gone! 

My cameras were still where I'd left them recording last night. I saw that the batteries were dead and I replaced them, thankfully all my equipment was still there, and I rewound the tapes. 

Mary came over and wrapped her arms around me from behind, her naked breasts flattening against my back, her body felt so good against mine. She looked over my shoulder watching as I pressed the play button about half way through the tape. 

Mary and I were in the picture, but Sarah wasn't! I rewound further and still no Sarah! Just Mary and I! Some of the tape just seemed weird, the two of us were reacting, thrusting our hips writhing in passions to Sarah's unseen body, hands lips and tongue, that was clear, but she wasn't in a single image!

It was almost comical to watch, but unnerving just the same! To see ourselves in positions that were obviously not normal, as we responded to nothingness! Knowing that she had been there! 

The other tape was the same, no Sarah! They both ended shortly after I had laid out the sleeping bags. I was right about one thing, this wasn't prime time film! 

How would we convince any one there was a beautiful woman, or ghost there, when she wasn't! Just Mary and I, our bodies writhing in the throes of unseen passion, using the viewer on the camera it was difficult to see much detail, perhaps when we get back to the world we can see more on a full screen, so I pulled both tapes and replaced them with new ones. Making sure to label and store the used ones safely. 

I thought back again to what I'd been told and had on audio tape about the succubus, that she would first appear in dreams, had it been a dream? Did Mary and I dream her presence? Did we just imagine her and the pleasures we felt with her? My ass still felt the "just been fucked" sensations, so I was certain something happened!

Now "Aunt Liz," had said that for a succubus to achieve form and substance in the realm of the living they had to be summoned. We hadn't summoned her...yet! 

She had given me explicit instructions on how to go about it, but she also warned me against it quite emphatically! But after last night I wondered, how bad could it be to summon Sarah back?! 

After all, I had been given the banishment procedure as well! I talked to Mary about this and she seemed thrilled at the prospect! 

"Look Dave" she began, " I'm sure this is the same woman who has been in my dreams all my life! I have never been afraid of her! Of course I'm a bit miffed over her taking my clothes!" she said this loudly, as if she intended that Sarah would be sure to hear her. "I'd like to try summoning her, as long as... Well, as long as we can send her away if she turns out to be more than we can deal with". 

It was clear she wanted to summon Sarah, more than I did. 

"What if your aunt left something out? I asked, "what if we can't banish her!" 

"Oh come on, if Aunt Liz' is full of shit, then nothing will happen anyway right? And if she did give you the correct instructions to summon her, why wouldn't she give you the proper banishment instructions as well? Oh come on! Let's do it! Tonight! " She said, her voice and expression filled with enthusiasm. 

"That means staying here at least till sometime tomorrow!" I exclaimed, "And, ah..., we have no clothes! And I have to finish my survey! But I am willing if you are!" 

"Great!" Mary said her eyes lit up like a child's at Christmas! "Hey I know, there's clothes up stairs, come on!" She pulled my hand and we went up to the bedroom where she had taken the clothes from yesterday. Nothing! All the clothes were gone! We went room by room and drawer by drawer, there wasn't as much as a handkerchief to be found! 

In the diary I recalled that Sarah's last guests stole her clothes to escape in, "I guess Sarah wants us to stay, and she's making sure that if we leave it'll be naked!" I exclaimed jokingly. 

"What the hell, we're alone, and it looks like its going to be a beautiful day," Mary replied almost happily, "Just the thought of exploring this place naked turns me on!" she said as she rubbed her breasts against my chest and gave me a short but passionate kiss. 

Me too! I thought returning her passion with my lips and tongue. Damn, if she and I didn't come from the same mold, as she spoke the very thoughts that I had been thinking since before we went up stairs. 

We went back down stairs and everything was as we had left it, except that our sneakers were where they weren't, they were placed neatly, side by side on the desk. 

"Well, thank you Sarah!" I gratefully said aloud. "At least we won't hurt our feet!" We put on our sneakers and gathered together what we would need to finish surveying the island.

I handed Mary a flashlight and one camera while I kept the other one, putting the strap around my neck, I picked up my tape recorder and a flashlight. 

I told her to try and conserve the batteries as much as possible, as I only had enough to change them out two more times and it could be a long night tonight. 

She gave me a sarcastic, "What? Do I look like I'm stupid?" expression, rolling her eyes and saying "yeah, yeah, yeah! Come on silly!" as she opened the front door. 

Both of us squinted as the bright daylight seemed to burst into the foyer. We stepped out naked onto the front porch. It was a beautiful morning, a little cool but not uncomfortable, even being nude, especially when we stepped in to the bright sunshine. 

I loved being naked any way but with Mary, it was so much more than sexual and natural, feeling the air rushing softly over those parts of my body that society bans exposure of, and the sun... it felt so good! But not as good as just walking naked out doors with Mary. Her pendulous breasts swaying and bouncing, jiggling gently as she walked beside me. 

Her ass was so fantastic as well, and I took every opportunity to watch its undulating swaying and bouncing as she walked. She really was an absolute distraction, and I loved being distracted by her! 

It was difficult for me to keep from grabbing her ass and tongue fucking it! Hell its hard for me to walk through a mall and not want to kiss nearly every woman's ass, but Mary's..., well it was just plain irresistible! 

We strolled out around the back of the house, down a set of cement stairs through what looked to have been a garden once upon a time, and through the high grass out to a couple of wooden shacks.

One was a small two story structure, the other was just a shed with two doors, they were in rough shape, and I noted them on my recorder. I described their condition and approximate dimensions as we photographed and explored each one. 

The little house was a real disaster, other than debris it was empty. The plaster and lath was laying in heaps through out, all the windows had long since fallen either in or out.

When we went up the broken and rotting stairs to the second floor, the whole building seemed to sway and shake. We carefully and quickly found our way back down and outside. As we exited, hurriedly, a fairly good sized chunk of ceiling plaster crashed to the floor and created a sizable cloud of dust. 

"Whew! That was close! I said. 

She replied with a comical "Duh! No shit!" 

We went over and checked out the little shed which was filled with gardening tools and other miscellaneous junk strewed about. It too was in pretty bad shape and not wanting to have it fall on us, we just peered in through the doors and a broken window. 

We took a few pictures of the main house and the out buildings and headed away from them through what was once a field or pasture out towards a large mound. On top of which were the remains of a small stone building. 

The mound turned out to be what had to have been the prison and armory. The construction was similar to the old forts along the Niagara river, stone and cement walls, some with rifle slits, while others had chains and iron rings hanging on them.

There were huge columns and archways, some with large wooden doors, that opened into big rooms, dug into deep into the mound. Basically there was nothing in there either except for a few old oak barrels and wooden crates, filed with odds and ends, mostly junk. 

There were two old trunks though filled with old cameras, real old stuff. I imagined they were the ones used to take the pictures we had found last night. But otherwise there was nothing of any significant consequence or value there either. 

Mary had walked off alone and after a few minutes I heard her scream! I jumped up from the trunks I was rummaging through and rushed into the main room. 

Mary was standing in the middle of the room staring at one of the large doors that went into a room that had chains on the walls.

I went to her and she grabbed me wrapping her arms tightly around me. She was shaking this time and I asked if she was alright. 

She looked into my eyes and said "There was a guy standing right in that doorway!" She pointed her hand shaking as she said "He was dead! It was horrible!" she said holding me tighter.

We had seen enough and I took her out into the sunlight. We sat down in the grass, and it took several minutes before she composed herself.

She described the effigy she had seen in detail, she had seen a rotting corpse of a man, and it had really scared her!

"Now you know how I felt last night!" I said, hoping to cheer her up a little.

"He wants us to leave, Dave!" He didn't say anything, but he was warning me to leave! I could feel it!" she said still shaken. 

"Do you want to leave?" I asked, 

What she saw must have really scared her, just a little while ago she wanted to summon a spirit and now she was seriously frightened by another!

Heck, I couldn't blame her if she wanted to leave. Though the sexual aspect of a succubus was enticing the fear factor was rising.

"No, I want to stay!" she replied defiantly, "But only if you do! I still want to stay! I want to find out if Sarah was real or just a dream!" 

"So do I" I replied holding her closer. 

After several minutes she overcame her fright and jumped up, her face filled with childlike playfulness. She ran naked towards the inlet, coaxing me to chase her as she ran giggling and laughing through the high grass. 

I picked up my things and ran after her. She turned and giggled more as she pointed towards my cock and balls flopping as I ran up to her and grabbed her by the waist and kissed her. 

We walked holding hands like young lovers back towards where we had docked the boat and we were relieved to see it where we'd left it, but our relief was short lived. During the storm a large tree had fallen across the inlet, trapping the boat and us here! 

We climbed in the boat and Mary switched on the two way radio and called out a distress. Then she franticly began flipping switches and tried again. The batteries were dead! She lifted the engine compartment hatch and we both stood in awe. The batteries were fried! Melted plastic and cooled pools of lead were all that was left. The wires were fused together. There were no scorch marks or other indications of how this could have happened. Even if we had a spare battery it wouldn't help. We were trapped! 

"I guess someone wants to be sure we stay!" I said angrily slamming down the engine hatch. Normally I could fix anything, but this..., there was nothing to fix! The batteries were gone as were the wires, I had nothing to work with! 

I looked over to the fallen tree and even with our machete's, there was no way we were going to get the boat out. The tree was easily 3ft in diameter it would take a life time to carve through that with a machete! 

As is the case in this part of the country during late October the weather was changing, the sky clouded up with thick gray clouds and the temperature began falling as the winds picked up. Another storm was brewing on the western horizon, we searched around the boat to find anything that would be useful.

We found Ron's stash of beer, and took 2 six packs with us back up to the house. If we've got to stay, we might as well enjoy it! 

I was happy to see that there were still hot coals in the two fire places and the stove so I stoked them all with fresh wood from the kitchen, and in a few minutes we had the temperature rising inside as the outside temperature fell. 

We went into the kitchen and made some (yuck!) spam sandwiches and warmed up the beans. Neither of us wanting to fry it with out clothes, or at least an apron, thankfully we had catsup! 

We took our sandwiches and a six pack of beer into the den. I figured it was a smaller room and would be warmer, besides we could snoop through those diaries again and maybe find out more about our "Hostess". 

I pulled the books out of the desk drawer and we sat on the sleeping bag in front of the fireplace with our sandwiches and beer, pulling the other sleeping bag up over our shoulders as we flipped through the years and years of entries. 

We noticed the oldest entries were in a totally different hand writing as the ones we had read last night, as we read we learned the tales of torture and sexual bondage were all true, as entry after entry erotically detailed the history of this place! 

But without the evil you might have imagined! From the very first entry to the last this was a love story that went over the edge of reality because of the emotional suffering of a man who's greatest love died young! 

In the earliest entry the writer told of how he and his crew had sought refuge here from the Indians, who considered the island to be sacred ground. 

The Indians would not come ashore and soon abandoned the attack. This advantage over the local natives made the island perfect as an outpost. 

Several early entries noted stories of female ghost's that would occasionally appear and frighten sentries late at night while on watch. 

One sentry was shot when he was found sleeping naked at his post. His only defense was that a beautiful nude woman came to him in the night and seduced him away from his post.

Captured Indians would panic and kill themselves to keep from being brought out to the island, or were shot desperately attempting to escape. 

The entries went on and told of meeting Sarah and the building of the house. It told of his growing fondness for the young girl and of how he had rescued her from the Indians when they destroyed her families home and brutally killed both her parents. 

The attack had been in retaliation for British atrocities inflicted against the Indians. 

In the early days of world conquest and domination, there were more than a few occasions of the white man's cruel and brutal treatment of indigenous peoples. 

"Love thy neighbor!?", yeah right! Well, at least as long as he agrees with you, and if he doesn't? Well, just accuse him of witchcraft, call him a Catholic, or Protestant, a Jew, Muslim, Hindu, Buddhist or Christian, it really doesn't matter. Then take his land, wealth and even his life, your crimes absolved in religious indignation! 



Dominant Spirit Ch. 09



We went on to read how he brought her to the island and they were married when she was 13 and he was 24. From the entries in the diaries we read of the intense love they shared, but their love was doomed, as she died at 24, leaving him crushed by the loss. 

He locked himself in the house with her lifeless corpse for nearly a month, secretly burying her within a wall. He told no one of her death and in his grief, he had summoned the succubus! She came first in his dreams erotically beckoning him, pleading with him to rescue her. Each night the dreams were more erotic and more desperate giving him the instructions he needed to bring her back from the dead! 

He had written down nearly the same thing that I had learned from dear "Aunt Liz", regarding summoning a succubus! He went on to describe the ritual he preformed, "I have drawn the circle and the symbols down in the basement at her grave as she instructed me, last night I laid in its center, naked. I closed my eyes and saw her in my dream, when I awoke she was with me! Her body and mine locked in a lovers embrace that lasted hours! Our love, hunger and passion renewed!" 

But as we read further in his journals his joyful reunion with his "Sarah" was short lived. "She requires more of my seed than I can provide her, she ages rapidly without it and suffers terribly! I have allowed her to seduce several of the men, which had an immediate reversing effect on her ageing renewing her youthful appearance, but she takes their hearts, her lustful passion and beauty are irresistible!

This had led to moral issues and disobedience. Two men were shot this morning for plotting mutiny against me! I have written to the General at Fort Niagara, and volunteered to house rebel prisoners, perhaps having a captive supply will be enough to satisfy her hunger! Without the discipline problems among the men." 

He went on to write, "she is different now, she refuses to wear clothes at times and I find her wandering naked through the house and even out in the gardens, her once beautiful brown eyes are now with out color, like looking into the empty lifeless eyes of a long dead corpse, they stare back at me sometimes filling me with fright! 

Her smile has changed as well, her canines have lengthened and resemble animal fangs. Though I am fearful and repulsed at times, I cannot resist her beauty and passionate hunger! But alas, I cannot satisfy her! 

She lies naked for hours her incredible body writhing and convulsing, using candles and other phallic objects to sate her desires for sexual intercourse. While begging me for my seed, as I lay wilted and drained! 

She has taken to adding new herbs and spices to my food, spoiling me with meals fit for a king which she serves me, then returns to the kitchen to eat alone in the dark. Becoming violently angry if I dare intrude upon her as she eats!

She seems obsessed with the slop mugs (bed pans) and keeps them spotless, and appears anxious to perform this vile task, often waiting and watching as I relieve myself. 

There are times that she smells so foul, so horribly retched that I can not be with her. But I find her overpowering me, controlling me and taking me at will and using me! 

I find myself wondering if she in fact is Sarah, and not something else, something darker and much older than my beloved Sarah. She seems to have knowledge of things far beyond her own experience and lifetime!

Other times she is every bit the sweet Sarah I married. Though her techniques at times seem extreme I have never known her to be cruel to her donors. She takes great pleasure in teasing them with her beauty and sexual charms.

I fear she could be a pretender, perhaps even the female spirit that had long haunted the men on this island, and kept the Indians away."

I thought about all of this as i read, she wasn't his Sarah. But his great love and mental vision of her was so strong that the spirit was able to use his memories and grief to fool him, and became Sarah, his love for Sarah blinding him of the truth.

The journals went on to record the first arrival of prisoners, mostly young men who he would take Sarah down to the cells to use she as she needed.

He wrote of his own growing obsession with watching her use the prisoners and how they would take select young men to the basement of the house where they were kept isolated from the others tortured sexually and used until they were near dead or driven insane by the lust she instilled in every man she met, or the terror she could control in them by revealing her true appearance. 

She prepared potions that prolonged erections and fed it to myself and her choice of prisoners which allowed her hours of extended intercourse any time she wanted it. The potion had a serious side effect though, our erections would not diminish, even after several orgasms in one day. 

There are times that the moans of pleasure were drowned out with moans of agony. I found my self in need of milking and though she milked my cock often, I still found my self aching for constant relief! Knowing she was down in the basement satisfying her needs, devouring the seed of her youthful covey of hard cocks fed my own desires, making it extremely difficult for me to go out of the house for any length of time! Not only is my erection straining at the fabric of my britches but it oozes constantly, leaving wet stains. 

She has made me a harness to wear that for the most part conceals my constant erection, but if I don't masturbate often, my balls swell and become oversensitive, feeling as though they'd been kicked or crushed in a vice and my groin aches.

The moans of agony that come from the basement are from those poor naked bastards who cannot relieve their own seed, their hands bound in chains as their hard swollen cocks drip and ooze into small buckets hung by rope around their necks that she uses to catch their sap. 

She would tease and playfully torture these men making them beg her to be milked. She has had as many as four men down there and as she fed off of one, the others moaned and wailed for their turn, like maple sap in springtime she collects and devours her harvest.

She feeds them and tends to their needs, keeping her covey clean by means that are a mystery to me, and frankly I prefer not knowing everything! But there were none of the usual odors of human excrement, normally overpowering in a dungeon. 

Some how she was able to train these men and in a short time they would do anything she asked of them. She had me build them quarters once she was sure of her control over them. They willingly perform all the tasks of servants and show no interest in escaping.

We now have crops and gardens growing every flower and herb imaginable. These servants willingly serve her sexual needs each day at 6pm when as a group they report to the basement and make love to her, I have had a throne like chair placed down in the basement for myself to watch her as her slaves fuck her mouth, her ass and cunt simultaneously feeding her their pearlescent cream.

She would take them all as many as three times each leaving them wasted and drained, to return to their quarters when she is done with them. Then she comes to me, crawling like a cat stalking prey.

I have found her eyes hypnotic, though they are blank, without color or even pupils, they seem to burn into me, lighting a fire within my groin and building my passion and desire beyond comprehension! 

Seductively she crawls to me her movements are slow, sensual, her expression filled with wanton hunger as she approaches my raging cock. She has developed a new talent for taking me into her mouth. Her tongue slithers out several inches like a snake and wraps around my staff, then trails wetly down around my balls and then squirms deep up my ass, as she pulls my hips to the edge of the seat. 

I can say there's nothing to compare this to, her tongue seems to lengthen as it wetly slips up inside my bowels! She eats at my ass her tongue fucking me and wiggling deep in my bowels bringing my semen to near boiling as my cock oozes syrupy clear juices. Her eyes fixed on the tip of my cock until it is drooling precum when she withdraws her tongue from my ass and licks it up. She then stands and allows me to lick up any cum that her slaves have given her that has dribbled from her ass or cunt before taking me as she wishes in every one of her orifices." 

But even this did not satisfy her carnal appetite, she wanted more! After the war of 1812 , she wanted women as well as men and her needs again were met by her now aged and loving "husband". 

He would travel the area and search out only the most attractive young women, he would accuse them of treason. A make shift trial, in which he stood in judgment over, would convict them and they were sent to the island, he wrote of how..., "Sarah has a special interest in the women's menstruation cycles and she gave them a different potion than what the men were given. Soon they too became willing servants and the daily orgies were more reminiscent of Greek orgies with she and I immersed in a writhing sea of beautiful bodies moving together in the passionate throes of sexual pleasures. Our servants devoted to giving us their lustful passions." 

The handwriting changed and we could see that Sarah was now following her husbands habit of maintaining a journal. There were years of entries that followed, she described orgies of sexual passions, torture and how certain prisoners were trained to be willing servants whom Sarah used as her minions as her husband grew older, and eventually died. Replacing his life support with the emotions of her servants.

She would send her most trusted servants out to bring in fresh bodies for her pleasures. They would act as brokers and made loans of indenture, offering families money in exchange for the indentured services of their oldest children. Literally buying servants. Once they reached the age of 18, the loans became due and payable on demand. If payment was not made, the land would be forfeit, unless the oldest child was delivered to them for a term determined by the amount owed. Of course no one ever returned home from the island. 

They used this method for years to maintain her wealth and insatiable physical needs, by doing this she was able to prolong her life and beauty years after her husband died. She always had some one investing in her the passion and emotions she required to maintain her self in the realm of the living. 

I looked to Mary who had been as deeply engrossed in the journals as I was, "well do you still want to summon her?" I asked not really too sure how I felt about it myself. After all we were in a real dilemma as it was being trapped out here without even a radio to call for help. I recalled the realtor saying she would notify the police if I didn't have the keys back by Tuesday morning, I told Mary this as I got up and threw a log on the fire, noticing it was now evening and getting colder. 

Mary laid down on her side and though she was still under the cover I could tell she was busy rubbing her crotch. I too had been aroused by the journals and sported a semi hard cock as I crawled back under the cover with her. Mary laid there silently thinking as she fingered herself.

Both of us felt a sense of relief knowing that we were not without hope of rescue.

"I mean, could we control her? How would we cope with her insatiable desires? We can't kidnap people and force them to come out here!" I continued. 

Mary sat up and smiling she said "I've got it, lets buy this place!" 

"Buy it!? I exclaimed surprised by her sudden inspiration. "then what?" I asked. 

"Look there are tons of people who are into gothic sex, I mean like bondage and domination stuff, right? Well what if we opened a bed and breakfast of sorts? You know? We could advertise on the internet and offer weekend retreats, ghost hunts and extended stays! We could charge what we want and satisfy Sarah, or what ever her name really is." Mary said.

"Are you saying you want to enter into a pact with her?" I asked. 

"why not?" she replied, moving closer to me taking my cock and balls in both her hands and gently massaging me. "After all we have some thing her husband didn't have..." 

"what's that?" I asked 

"We have the power to send her back! She will have to serve us or else, right? So why couldn't we have her do what she does best?" 

"Yeah? And what if she wants to enslave you and I once we summon her into this world? What if she is stronger than you or I imagine? What if we can't send her away?" 

"Why don't we have a séance?" She said sitting up facing me. 

"ok lets try it" I replied sitting up facing her as well.

"Lets hold hands, close our eyes and try and picture her as she appeared to us last night" she began. 

We held hands and she called out "Sarah if you are here with us, give us a sign!" as if on cue the fire blazed bright as the log I'd just added seemed to burst into flames. "if you are with us now, let us know, appear to us, Sarah, let us see your beauty, make us feel your needs and desires!" Mary said as she shivered and clutched my hands tightly, digging her nails in to my flesh, as a wave of cold seemed to flow through her and into me causing me to shudder uncontrollably.

We opened our eyes at the same time, as a mist began to form as a small swirling cloud suspended between us at eye level, then rose up growing and becoming more dense as it hovered above us. I could just make out the face of the woman who had been with us the night before. 

"Are you Sarah?" I asked. Mary stared up at the apparition silently smiling her eyes wide with amazement, still painfully gripping my hands. A soft feminine moan filled the air almost sounding more like the wind than a voice, 

"Noooo....., I have many names...."the voice came from all around us and from nowhere in particular. 

"who are you?" Mary asked

"I have many names ....many faces ... I can be whom ever you wish me to be!..." 

"Where you with us last night?" Mary asked. 

"Yessss, Yesss!" came the reply

"Do you wish to be with us again?" I asked.

"no!.... I 'SHALL' be with you BOTH tonight!" Came the reply, emphasizing the word shall, the voice continued "your dreams call to me, even now I know your thoughts, it is you, who wish to be with me!" 

This truth caught me off guard, and Mary asked, " do you fear Banishment?" 

A deafening shriek filled the air "YESSS!!!" 

then returning to a soft pleading, "Do not speak the words! Please mistress do not speak the words!" 

Mary looked to me and smiled "then if you are summoned, you will do as we demand?" Mary asked. 

"Yes,.. just do not say the words! Call me forth mistress and I am yours to command!"

"Do you hunger for his cum?" Mary asked. 

I looked at her in shock "what are you doing?" I asked her trying to pull my hands free. She just grinned at me and held on tighter, her nails cutting in to my flesh and drawing blood! 

"Come forth and take his seed!" she said through clenched teeth, as she stood up and forced me on to my back. Mary sat heavily on my chest her knees on my elbows as she held my hands to the floor. 

The misty apparition began swirling taking form as it drifted down between Mary and I and settled in my lap. 

"No!" I exclaimed as cold damp hands began caressing my genitals, pulling at my flesh and stroking my cock, icy fingers found their way up my ass hole as I felt my man hood swallowed up in the mist like a mouth. 

"Don't fight it Dave, give her your cum! Feed her!" Mary said glaring in to my eyes.

I couldn't fight it nor Mary. Part of me wanted to fight, but there is a bigger stronger part of me that cant resist female domination over me, Mary's weight was sufficient to keep my arms pinned and the sight of her pussy glistening in the fire light, invitingly close to my lips motivated my lust drowning my fears as the Spirit's mouth and hands worked at my cock and balls.

Mary slid her pussy over my mouth and commanded "Eat me!" lowering her self down sealing my mouth and nose in her dripping wet cunt. 

I tried to lick and suck at her pussy but she was in control and she began mashing herself down with all her weight crushing my nose and mouth under her, she began grinding her hips forcefully against my mouth. I now was struggling for air, she was suffocating me!

The spirit was now teasing and playing with my cock, and becoming warmer as my juices flowed, as it had last night, the spirit was manifesting itself feeding on my pre cum! 

Mary eased up and allowed my a quick gasping breath of air then sat all her weight down on my face and her pussy exploded with a flood of her juices. I was now drowning as I felt my orgasm building, the fingers squeezed as they stroked in time with the mouth that hungrily sucked my cock head. 

Things began going black, flashes of light filled my head as my cock erupted hotly, then there was nothing. I'd passed out and I'm not sure for how long but it was long enough for me to end up down in the basement chained to a wall! 

As my vision cleared I saw Mary kneeling in a circle she had drawn with a pentagram in the center. She was going through with it! I tried to speak but I was gagged, I could just watch as she picked up my tape recorder and rewound the tape to her aunt's interview. 

I shook my head and moaned unable to even say the word no, I rattled the chains, but Mary was undeterred she listened to the tape then began the ritual, lighting the candles and setting them out. 

She laid in the circle and spread her arms and legs. "Come to me Spirit! Come forth and join us!" nothing happened, she repeated her words adding," I demand you come forth and serve me!" the air began moving whirling faster and harder as if we were in a wind tunnel, Mary started laughing maniacally as she laid on the floor.

"Yes come to us! Reveal your self!" she yelled over the rushing wind. 

I could hear a loud crash and thumping from upstairs, then another louder crash and the room became bathed in a blinding flash of light. 

I looked up at the stairs to see the outline of several men in uniforms. It was Ron and 3 other police officers. 

The swirling wind continued as Ron reached down and grabbed Mary, jerking her to her feet. The other officers struggled against the wind and released me. 

They pulled me with them and followed Ron and Mary up the stairs, through the foyer. The wind was now whipping through the whole house. Doors were slamming and glass was breaking everywhere.

I broke free and grabbed my camera equipment and ran out the front door and joined the others in the yard.I switched on the cameras and set them up on tri pods. focused on the house.

Two men ran up from the direction of the inlet with blankets for Mary and I, and a five gallon can of gas. 

Mary was in a hysterical rage and had to be restrained in handcuffs. The violent winds within the house continued, as we all stood in disbelief watching books and furniture flying out and crashing near us. 

Ron yelled "Burn it down boys!" two officers went together and poured gas on the porch and around the foundation of the house and when they returned to the group another officer fired a flare gun on to the front porch, igniting the fuel and we watched as a line of flames rushed around the house engulfing the entire structure.

In minutes the house was fully involved and burning hotly, illuminating the area in bright yellow orange light. As the house burned more intensely Mary's psychotic behavior seemed to calm and soon she was as I had known her to be before this evenings madness.

She relaxed and the two officers that had been holding her released and she came over to me and melted against my chest. I hesitantly wrapped my arms around her still a bit concerned over her changes in personality. "Are you alright?" I asked her softly.




Dominant Spirit Ch. 09



"Yes, I'm fine now, what happened? Why are we out here? Where'd all these guys come from?" the expression on her face showed her confusion.

Ron walked over to us and said "I figured there was going to be problems out here.

"How's that "I asked. 

"Well I opened the file on this place this morning. This should have been done years ago! he replied loudly over the roar of flames and the sounds of the building crashing in upon itself. 

Mary looked up at me with a panicked expression. "We have to banish her Dave or it will never be over! She said don't speak the words, Dave, do you remember the words?" 

"Yes I think I do" I said as Ron came over and took the cuffs from her wrist's. She and I held hands and I repeated the words.... 

"Thank you for your loving heart 

But what is joined must now to part 

Go in peace, I set you free 

As is my will, so it shall be" 

Mary repeated them with me three more times then I loudly said "I banish you!"

A fire ball erupted from the flames, it flew at us from the depths of the fire and then seemed to launch itself up into the darkly cloudy sky. The fire ball penetrated the clouds and was swallowed up in them.

As the main house crumbled and burned hotly, two officers went around the back and set fire to the other two buildings.

We turned away as a group and walked back to the inlet. Our boat was still trapped by the tree but the sheriffs boat and two others were tied off to it. 

Ron stood with Mary and I as the others got back in their boats. We watched the tree being pulled out into the water by the three boats, opening the inlet. 

The three of us got in the disabled boat and fastened a line to one of the other boats. It was a long slow ride in the dark open waters and on the way back we told Ron some of what we had been through, and thanked him for his diligence and for not leaving us out there. 

Ron explained to us that the sheriff who originally investigated was planning to burn the place down but he died after the file was sealed but before he could get back out there to finish the job. 

Mary seemed to be herself now and was rubbing my ass under the blankets and smiling I returned her caress and held her closer as we watched the sun rise as we neared the docks behind the hotel. 

Our life returned to normal, well sort of. We are together now and we are using her idea for a domination retreat. Only we are keeping it within the confines of her hotel and restaurant, and only serving live guests. 

Who needs to fuck with an immortal spirit when you can get older with some one like Mary? Who each and everyday makes loving her more exciting and different? Oh and if your wondering, about the money? Well it was worth enough to clear both mine and Mary's debts and repair the boat. 

So if you see our sign and are so inclined, stay at Castaway's, where Mary and Dave are all the rave!